Kennel-mates, After Work

At first when they paired-off, the dog and cat
would fight when they got home from work. His bark

was silent almost the whole day, and that
made the young Irish wolfhound want to speak

so badly he would arf and yowl when she
came through the door. The tabby, though had heard

enough already, thank you, from the three
cats and five dogs in her small lab, and would

soon scratch at him “Can’t you leave me alone?!”
Their love made them negotiate, in time:

he gave her thirty minutes to wind down,
and then would softly smooth her fur… When tame,

she’d purr, and they would share their different days:
his reading, her solving squabbles between

the strange and varied, feisty animals
at work. Neither the dog nor cat was mean

at heart. There didn’t have to be a spat
each day…even between a dog and cat.

– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Jan. 30, 2015

The Kennel-Mates

When they join paws and dance together, friends

laugh at the dog and cat–they live apart

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so much of their old lives. She mews for sport;

he barks for art, for music. When the bands

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play at the games they both attend, his tail

begins to wag. She purrs at concerts when

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at halftime other sports-nuts share the win

the home team pulled off with the final goal.

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He thinks coaches are insane–all lean

and hungry for a win–who cares who gets

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the bone? She catnaps sometimes in the seats

when all is pianissimo. He’ll lean

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and stroke and pet her till her eyes are wide…

then they walk slowly home, still side by side.

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– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Feb. 8, 2013

 

EDITOR’S APOLOGY: the blog doesn’t like poetry this morning. It won’t allow spaces…so periods are inserted to maintain the integrity of the verse.