Wednesday, June 14, 2017

Kerri Shying R # 262 - Children Who Dial Triple 0

Children who dial Triple 0

Knock that off
People must hear me

it will be my bone soon

dogs walking
 in the cul-de-sac

bristle at the lead 
 loose meat broadcast  

not cool the eyes
of the Chihuahua  warn me

I steam back 
just one more racket

made by cat feet     
or your dog rumpus 

and the fur
that flies             the bones

arriving out there
streetside  by

the walkers
won’t be mine

It was unexpected when the bell rang
when the police came

I got to thinking 
could it  surely no it wasn't


  1. Dear Kerri, I love this poem. A comment? If it's all (or almost all) interior, why the italics?

  2. Ahh, it is part of a part today bt I will look back over it and take this advice....


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