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Pride Month, and other Haibun - 14. Orlando Snapshots
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Orlando Snapshots –
Life with a puppy from ages nine-weeks
to seven-months can remind a person
what’s important. Here are some
Haiku-Stanzas to record them.
I.
See the world again
Through those dreamy puppy eyes
With fearless caution.
II.
Is it faith we see
When their gaze turns on to us,
In showers of trust?
III.
Higher to lower;
Dogs are most magnanimous
Forgiving our sins.
IV.
I stand with coffee
The morning of the first day,
Him curled on my feet.
V.
Awakening’s warmth:
For me, the rill of caffeine;
For him, it’s the rest.
VI.
Masetto at ten
Says: “Don’t touch my feet!” “Don’t climb
My back.” “Don’t look so sweet….”
VII.
Oh, to discover
The nature of a little ball
Is to bounce and fly!
VIII.
Every morning still
The screech of the city hawks
Frights his country soul.
IX.
In the dark of night,
Going out to do business,
All bluster is gone.
X.
Like swatting a fly,
Masetto flicks the play-charge
With the side of his head.
XI.
Silent as the sphinx,
Orlando sits and watches,
Learning how we tick.
XII.
Like the great scholars,
The puppy sits and observes,
Withholding comments.
XIII.
Last night’s shadows scare
Pup’s bedtime garden foray,
Not knowing they’re his.
XIV.
Life with a puppy:
Say “Goodbye” to clean flooring,
And “Hello, sunshine.”
XV.
A puppy’s mindset:
Ninety percent caprice, and…
Ten percent cunning.
XVI.
No personal space:
Orlando knows no boundaries
When he cuddles down.
XVII.
Never gave much thought
To life with a Pisces dog…
Yet, we’re so alike.
XVIII.
Like a bag of bones,
Puppy throws himself against
The exhausted floor.
XIX.
Hope is one word – DOG –
For boundless optimism
And limitless love.
XX.
When Orlando plays,
His moans beckon Masetto
To be young again.
XXI.
Dogs can absolve us;
Free of the Wheel of Dharma,
They forgive us, us.
XXII.
With a sa-shay tail
And the flip-floppiest ears,
All of puppy smiles.
XXIII.
Orlando grows big
And puppy traits leave his frame,
But not from his eyes.
XXIV.
When he looks at me,
The ridge of dirt on his nose
Says “I’ve been playing!”
XXV.
Puppy climbs on bed
Just to check we’ve survived
The night’s long dullness.
XXVI.
Lando’s “Good Morning!”
Is full of French kisses and
Elbows to the gut.
XXVII.
A proud life-moment:
Puppy discovers stuffed toys
Are full of stuffing.
XXVIII.
His first nail-trimming:
Ordeal; screaming; resistance –
But, I won’t give up.
XXIX.
Such is life, he hears
Me telling his trembling frame,
But all things are fair.
XXX.
His impossible
Puppy hair’s soft as floating
Dandelion fluff.
XXXI.
The faux hawk I work
Atop his sweet, trusting head,
Reminds me deeply.
XXXII.
His dear forefather
Leporello I would call
"My Punky Brewster."
XXXIII.
I'd forgotten why,
Until looking at this pup
Joined past with present.
XXXIV.
Generations go,
But things do not really change
Where love is concerned.
XXXV.
Second nail-trimming:
He stands and pants mildly;
"Is that all it is?"
XXXVI.
Textured like shagreen,
His nose is not satiny,
But rough as mohair.
XXXVII.
When he comes to kiss
Even in the dark of night,
I know him by his touch.
XXXVIII.
Like the Greek concept
When a boy comes to market,
Pup's beard shadows forth.
XXXIX.
Moorish poetry
Has an entire genre
Praising boys' first fuzz.
XL.
As his form stretches,
As growth takes over his mind,
Dog replaces pup.
XLI.
My Orlando's chin
Grows more mature by the day;
Soon he'll be a 'man'.
XLII.
One day soon, I'll look
and find my child replaced by
full-fledged worthiness.
XLIII.
Inheritance comes
And nobility assumes
He's one of their own.
XLIV.
Noble Airedale,
Your proud chin proclaims to all
My puppyhood's done.
XLV.
Magnanimous,
Rule over us lesser hearts,
Righteous Orlando.
XLVI.
Sad to think it’s done,
But glad to see him mature,
Words feel undone.
XLVII.
I look at his face,
Knowing his future’s sublime,
And grin, satisfied.
XLVIII.
Orlando’s Morning
Stretches full ahead of him:
This day’s a lifetime.
~
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Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
Note: While authors are asked to place warnings on their stories for some moderated content, everyone has different thresholds, and it is your responsibility as a reader to avoid stories or stop reading if something bothers you.
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