Neil Crawford

Rookie (29/04/56 / CHESTER, ENGLAND.)

Au Bark! - Poem by Neil Crawford

I prefer the dogs abroad
to those we have at home,
their early roundelay of roars
is my canine alarm clock.

The bouncing barks
that chase the dark away
are the dawnly proclamation of
territorial rights.

The throaty bellows that announce...
'We awake, we are here
and if you don't like it,
take a hike, take a powder, take a walk'.

'We are Canaris...
Islands not so far from here
were named for our

'These tumbling alleys
and criss cross streets are ours,
did you not hear Two Legs,
do you not scent the fact? '.

The dogs of England in turn
are truly owned...fighting dogs,
burglar's dogs, spoilt family dogs,
fashion statement dogs.

Happy to sniff crotch and cringe,
they lack the princely lethargy
of their continental

(M adeira 2010)

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 23, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, March 23, 2012

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