A Dog´s Inner Monologue Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

my dog's inner monologue


Why is he sitting there
in front of this odd-looking thing
talking to himself
looking up to the roof
there is no one there I have checked.
Something is burning in the kitchen.
I better warn him.
Well, it was not my food he burned
but why is swearing saying things like;
it was your fault.
He is quite mad today
better take him
for a walk in the woods
he looks at trees and stones
sometimes he picks up a thing but discards
whatever he found.
I think I will leave him alone
and chase some rabbit.
I catch them then let them go,
I'm not allowed to kill them, rabbits are for
eating, but he doesn't understand.
He is daft, but I love him anyway.