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We obey the dog in any weather
He has four gods himself, queer quadruped:
Nose, stomach, anus and swollen bladder
We know his offerings must be scooped
Even when snow and ice and cruel wind
Make a frosted pastry of this city
For each time we have erred or slipped or sinned
We must atone with walking piety
For the dog’s temple is the thoroughfare
His determined paws pray to the pavement
Of impeding his progress, do beware
His mission is improbably urgent
For him, walking is end, and not mere means
To us, he reveals stunning, winter scenes
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Comments (5)
This is incredible! At once light-hearted and clever, but then also brilliantly profound! Lovely images and reflections - another ekphrastic masterclass :)
The four gods. Lol. Well done.
Oooo, I learned two new words from you today, piety and thoroughfare. Loved your poem!
Excellent, D.J. "Frosted pastry" - great image. DD!
OMG, I loved this! especially the comment about his four gods and then you named them!