© 2018 Dee Aspin.

  • Dee Aspin

Tails for Wings - my Doggy Poem


My angels have a stub and tail,

Tails instead of wings,

Fur and hair instead of feathers;

They bark instead of sing.


They wake me every morning,

I have no choice but rise,

For every day their walk remains

Their greatest gift—their prize.


Mechanically I place my headphones

Songs to fill my ears.

When easy I could stay in bed

and dwell on all my fears.


They’re interested in everything

They show it by their sniffs

While I pass by roses

Disinclined to even take one whiff.


As I amble round with music sound

Pulled on by leashes two,

Eventually I’ll round a corner

Into the vastness of the blue.


Above my head, beyond the still

And drudge of daily grind

Lifts the thinking that’s been sinking me

and smog banks in my mind.


By the time our walk is ending,

And prayers and thanks surpass self-pity,

Inspired now by God and dog,

Even rocks look rather pretty.

© Dee Aspin


I wait for the Lord, my soul waits. And in his word I put my hope.

My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen wait for the morning.

More than watchmen wait for the morning Ps.130:6