Poetry Week

I think this must be poetry week. Copper is on a poetry spurt and Ivy just got her published book in the dogmail. So, I think I should write a poem too. Poetry doesn't have to rhyme, does it? This poem actually took place last week.... you will understand after you read it.

Las Vegas by Hana the Dog




Oh Father Oh Mother,
to Vegas you flew,
Leaving me at home,
to cry over you.

I would walk to meet you,
across the desert clay,
But little Hana legs can’t carry me,
so far away.

Guard sphinx, watchful lions,
and giant water bowls to behold,
But what about me,
your furbaby left at home unconsoled?

From the mall at Caesars,
to the Luxor and more,
Why am I banished at home
while you visit just about every store?

I humor my grandparents
and am rewarded with food,
Oh yummy canned tuna!
a pretty nice life you'd conclude.

With pats on my head,
and a tasty new treat,
I decide to wait here,
luxuriating quietly at their feet.

At night it is slow,
while I await your return,
Is it time, is it time?
So hard to discern.

Friday comes,
and I hear a faint noise,
Is it them, is it them?
I hope it’s not the neighbor boys.

In comes my Mom,
with a big smile on her face,
She showers me with kisses,
while I anticipate her embrace.

Then in comes my Dad,
tired from the full week,
But he gives me a giant hug,
and my world is now at peace.

Love,
Hana the Dog