Tribute to Reverend Jack

Thank you reverend Jack!
may your God bless your soul,
for breeding dinky doglets
adorable pupplets, eyes shut beneath wrinkles
Oh so fond of digging  holes
persistent, mistaking  Jackals
for a lonely little moles

Thank you reverend Russell
we appreciate all your efforts.
Introducing these loving creatures
somewhere in eighteen fifties.

Us who love these yap dog, lap dogs, easily bark.
Curious expressions, natural mascara,
delicate features painted on face mask,
Short legged, long legged, back legs skip nifty
putting Ring neck doves and Grey Ibis to flight
A smooth coat, black, brown or white,
spotty streaky, noses as stuck on leather
escape artists, chasing blue headed lizards out of sight
hunting balls of muscle, regardless of weather.

An ode to Pastor Jack Russell, may you rest in peace
for an interesting mixture, though never thoroughbred.
beget only to protect your precious sheep’s fleece at night.
Indeed tiny little critters, affection after affliction,
maintained, least  fuss, an owners delight.

Not featuring in fancy dog show
keen to alert owner while he sleeps.
Long white teeth tenacious, never letting go,
Bravely endowed, little beasts.
Defending master, displaying lip curled strong will
with hearts the size of  lions, not as ferocious.

Fearless, wide awake!
Always jumping, willing to please.
chasing anything, moth to a snake.
Keen for a game, fun, tripping, playing run,
balls and bubbles and ropes they tussle.
Mans best friend personified,
thank you Jack Russell.

May 2007

Dogs and Lust

In the morning
I looked at him yawning like a tired dog
Which won the lucky prize last night
But last night he was good
How betrayed is a tea pot without its lid
Serving its master to constipate with morning resistance
I thought it was to please
But only I found out that he recognised a flower pot
Till the morning comes it was a ceramic vessel
He deserved this award I offered
As if I was the only one who schemed to chase after the dogs
But to his opposition he is my favourite mistake