Whiskered, black chins
and grungy blue collars
as their raucous, tandem
exceeds beginner harmonica’s
Even after spittle
breath stops pressing
hard from music-learning mouths,
my ears laugh loud tears
until I relent,
with lips pressed hard toward the
June has gone to the dogs – according to TweetSpeak Poetry.
Since I’m partial to the wagger-woofers, I’ll be sharing all things dog from around the ole ranchola this month. And yes, we have two dogs, hence the plural in the above poem. Don’t ya love it when they howl? And no, my pup’s not actually howling, she’s licking the window ’cause she’s smart and classy like that.