When I trim
with the long scissors,
removing matted clumps of fur,
Jasper flinches.

As I raise the stage curtain
draped across his nose,
a restless, squirming attempt
to will himself elsewhere
stops at the end
of the leash
looped around my wrist.

With the trimmer
buzzing along his flanks,
Jasper trembles
yet slowly succumbs
to a sleek, cool coat
for summer.

Jasper arrives at fashion
but remains unimpressed
with all
but food
and the poodle
down the street.


7 thoughts on “Woof

  1. I introduced your work to my friend. She really liked how you made an ordinary experience into a great poem. 🙂
    I think you have another fan.


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