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