SILKEN PLUNDER

SILKEN PLUNDER

Buddy and Bigsy squared off on the bed

Each eying the pillow for his own furry head.

World-renowned Buddy, dog of wonder

Longed to own that silken plunder.

The pillow is mine hissed Bigsy the cat

With eyes that spoke about things like that.

Face to face, tensions mounted

Whiskers twitched, minutes counted…

Then: yelping, snarling, sniping and, growling;

Neighbors were quite sure they heard yowling

Tempers flared

Teeth were bared…

“Where are my sweeties? “sang a voice from the hall

“Treats in the kitchen for one and for all!”

A rumble and tumble of dog and of cat

Out they came running—yes, just like that.

Jumping and playing as feisty pets do…

Tired heads on a pillow-- perfect for two.

RTA, 8/24/2015

MUTIK'S EPISTLE 2.0

The anticipated response from Mutik, the dog, is herewith published below. I met Mutik at a rockin' dance party. She was quite offended by the poem I had written for her (see previous post: "Brave Heart"). Her name means "sweet," not brave and she is a "gal" not a "feller." As I was leaving the party, Mutik nuzzled me with her wet nose. I realized later that she had slipped a note into my pocket:

Mutik's Epistle:

I would like to request that you don’t come back.

As a poet, you are quite a hack.

You indicate that I’m a boy

And treat me like I’m just a toy.

Mutik means sweet, not brave you see

You got it wrong, so let me be.

But then again on the other paw

During the party, stuff got raw:

With clamorous sounds some vigorous beasts

Were cackling and gorging on gluttonous feasts.

I ran through the door and saved my brood

(And also managed to scoop some food).

So, I guess I really am quite brave

Like those dogs of yore whose families they save.

Ok, my dear, you have one more chance

Come back next year; perhaps we’ll dance.

Mutik, the dog 8/9/15

Top Hat Cat

Brave Heart: A poem about a dog I never met

Mutik means brave in Yidish

Brave Heart

Mutik the dog, we have never met,

But of my friend you are the pet.

I hear you are brave, strong and true,

A well-bred beast through and through.

Dogs of legend are few and rare…

Let’s discover if you compare:

If:

Little Charlie fell into the well

Would you yelp and run and tell?

Do:

Barrels of brandy surround your neck

To save frostbit travelers on a dangerous trek?

Can you:

Pull the curtain, exposing the Wizard

As nothing more than a low-down lizard?

The Thin Man questions: if you has-ta,

Could you solve some crimes like Asta?

Would you:

Rescue your family as did Old Yeller?

Of course you would, you’re a gallant feller!

“Arf, yip, slobber, grrrr, slurp, bark,”

Mutik, the brave, has left his mark!

Birthday Cake, made from scratch

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