One Man, One Dog... Poem by GRANT FRASER

Dark green oranges,
further afield,

of next door
partly light-bulbed,

of a dog collar
cackling
and a

squeezy blue
toy squeaking,

eddie chews
rope handles
of new pillowcase bags,

as I chase him
and still write this,

if he gets to the stuffing
I'll be in trouble - no doubt!

or another poem
not quite birthed,

few are...

but squeezed out
between limitations,
of house chores,
and dog proclivities,

you cannot just dive
vertical into a new seam,
of meaning...

but that you catch
the sail of time prevailing,

and all that's inbetween
in everyday happenings,

I'd say we both got tails
now,

chasing,
just for the sake of it...