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# Sonnets 1. Whiteish greyish greenish pond water lies On this warm winter day in which we stand Two loves, not seen as such to others’ eyes One holds the other’s leash with gentle hand I breathe the air and I enjoy the smells Though I know that you know them all the more Each sniff, your nose discerns where scent’s source dwells And further goods thereby you’d find in store You look to me and ask if we can stay There in the dirt and leaves we take repose We wait and smell and see and hear the day Ears tilt to bounding squirrels and noisy crows These are the hours that fill our lucky bond As man and dog, observing by the pond 2. Such love is in the snuggles when we wake Our body heat defeating winter cold The moaning breaths my rubbing has you make This sleepy lump of fur I may behold The way that after one endearing yawn You snort and then roll over on your back And over your soft belly I may fawn As that thin fur I rub and flank I scratch Contented now you roll back to your side And then we lie as one a while more I breathe your paws and butt and breath and hide The scents of you that I do so adore And all these loves redouble in your kiss How could I ever want for more than this? 3. And there’s the mailbox that you like to smell And there’s the house that has the flick’ring light And there’s a sign which must have lately fell And there’s the stream we drank from yesternight Exploring suburb streets I would not know If not for all these nightly walks of ours Familiar routes initially we go Then grow our mental map beneath these stars As every night a farther venture calls A cul de sac, a street, a forest trail A breaking down of anxious lus’ry walls A pause to chat, a faintly wagging tail I thank you for this groundedness I’ve felt This place was ne’er a place without your help 4. There was a time when I would not forget The countless joys you brought me day to day The sniffing out of treats hid ’round the house The drives out to the park to run and play The beauty of the sunlight on your face The scattered piles of leaves in crisp new Fall The kisses that you gave to my pinned hand The world’s delight inside a tennis ball So early on you made that boy complete Rightfully took him with you when you went The emptiness of better half removed The pain of growing back from what was left Always, his love for you will still be strong After the good boys of summer have gone 5. To heal of course seems such a pleasant thing It takes a second’s time to say the term But having healed and having healing seen A healed up wound is not so quickly earned The growth they took from off your lovely paw Is for your later good, but nonetheless I’m sorry that you have to wear the cone I’m sorry these short walks do not impress In some weeks’ time we’ll venture out again And long miles walk along your favorite route Act will in joy find complement within Joy will in act find complement without This wound you heal forebears wound on my life I love you though someday you’ll be a knife 6. A certain stance, a smile, a coy wag I drop what I’m doing and come to you Down on my hands and knees, head below yours You lean in and give a cursory kiss I kiss your shoulder and nuzzle your butt You trot playfully off to the bedroom I follow you and bend over the bed I unbuckle my pants and show my butt You give it thorough licks between the cheeks And then you jab your claws against my thigh I spin to face you and you grab again You pull my hand beneath you and hump it Your penis slides around inside my grip I hold onto your knot and feel you pulse 7. A oneness while I read a yellow book And at my side you dream of some grand chase Paws scratching bedsheets softly as they twitch Some gentle barks, a wildly twitching face I lie ensnared in blankets round my legs And likewise wrapped in words on pulpy page And also I lay snuggled in your scruff My temple buried in your shoulder blades Here now, I follow two stories at once In one, thirteen dwarves and a hobbit walk The other you whisper in sleepy barks Telling me of a fantastical run This old book’s tale is good, but not the best: Your doggy dream gives wholeness to this nest 8. A storm is brewing in the people’s minds The type which makes the powers that be sweat cold As we proclaim love comes in many kinds And righteously demand what we are owed No pseudoscience paper or debate Can disillusion what one knows first hand We aren’t the monsters that you so create Our love does not deserve your fiery brand What else but love in handjobs for pooches What else but hate in the threats to expose What else but love in mutual smooches What else but hate in the laws you impose For far too long we veiled our zooey pride But now we see a changing of the tide 9. A silly thing it is to watch a dog Attempt to bury bone in human hole He pokes the tip around and round and round And never quite can seem to score his goal He humps and humps and humps and humps and humps He mounts, dismounts, and mounts, dismounts again Between the thighs his eager penis pumps While trying to put pups in dog’s best friend He barks to say it is the human’s fault For of his own prowess there is no doubt Their stature is the root of this result Too tall for doggie legs which are more stout But if the human shows their hole just right The knot will soon be in the human tight 10. If when I try to kiss, you turn your head If when I touch your sheath you do not care Then if you’d like we can go walk instead There’s joys in life that can be found elsewhere If when I kiss, you deeply lick my eyes If when I touch your sheath you hump my hand Then I’ll infer what humping does imply Some signals are not hard to understand There are so many ways to tell me no And just as many ways to tell me yes Whichever choice with which you choose to go Is with no doubt a choice that I’ll respect A fundamental part of being zoo: For us, the beast must have a good time too 11. Wisteria vines and pineapple stems Little black claws and a spotted blue tongue Cold river pebbles and grey sweater hems Lithe little legs and soft fur thereamong Tall granite rock faces washed in the rain Straight little chompers that like to squeak toys Folded up napkins with strawberry stains Tugging on ropes with a play growling noise Warm pumpkin pie topped with fluffy whipped cream Top 40 music and sweet honey wines Bubble gum pieces and puppy dog dreams Kissing the human who visits sometimes I bask in this new slobber on my face A smaller breed’s a happy change of pace 12. Two feet of snow have melted into mud Four snow-white feet have snow-black feet become The icy seal on scents today undone Six footfalls amble on with squelch and thud Cold cases in this park are now back on Unburied branch is sniffed from every side A mother with a stroller passes by Investigation of the branch goes on And when this branch has been sniffed all throughout Six footfalls will inch forward to the next And that next branch, to one distinct from last Will in its own time too be figured out Two old men, each the elder in some way Skulk in the shadowy seconds today 13. Ten thousand traps will tempt me from this zen Ten thousand arguments flaunt easy hooks Those trolls assuming privilege of a friend We all should go and read a fucking book A better life you show me every day Though tempt me not to look to left nor right Where countless quibbles wait one step astray When we in fact may stay above each fight A shared disinterest in the social apps A shared engagement with the woods outside Us both bemoaning when a camera snaps Us both delighted to go for a drive A day in airplane mode will do one fine The most part of the world is still offline 14. Do not humor them, they with no interest: They who would not know love if it licked them; They who feign they cannot see no or yes; They who see an animal as an “it”; They who have turned the word science to faith And strike down curiosity—science— If it makes them feel they may have been wrong Or if the truth might be too arousing. They must not ponder a dog has a knot, Horses slap, and dolphins will make sex toys. They must feel they have quite an ownership— Dragon hoard-esque—over others’ pleasures. Instead, humor a dog with a long walk, A cat with string, and horses with carrots. 15. Mosquitoes buzz and sting this evening warm Here in this clearing where we often sit I slump upon a log, bark years now shorn As you engage in chewing on a stick It feels like summer long at last is here The clinging winter’s spiteful cold drove off The snarling ice at foot now cool earth This late orange sun still clinging up aloft So many others crowd the paths today A frank departure from when winter held When we, and only we, made bold foray Through warding frosts, in winter jackets shelled Our ventures take us through not space alone But time as well, each season staked our own 16. An errand often is a mundane chore A boring thing which needs be done again Though quite the opposite becomes the case When I have chance to bring four legged friend An overbrimming joy at coming with Excitement to be riding in a car A friendly polite wag to the cashier Rewarded with a dog treat from their jar Would that the world were more a friendly place To those whose bodies thick with fur are clad An hour with a canine at my side Will always be an hour better had Were costumes so advanced no dog would show I’d take you with me everywhere I go # ζ Most within To Thine Own Self Be Zoo written by Eggshell Ghosthearth. This website contains works of literature, including narrative fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry. Within this literature, any resemblances to any existing copyrighted materials, trademarks, or persons is completely coincidental, or is used for artistic purposes within the bounds of Public Domain, Fair Use, or Public Figure Status. 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