This poem was written by our bestia. He wished to boast good knowledge of English idioms.
On the fence
This is my usual pose,
alert by the fence.
On the other side are
dangers such as
workers,
geese,
doves,
trash truck,
and the worst of all:
postmen,
delivery men,
and women,
except that one
who brings my food.
You could say many things about
my behaviour,
my jumping
running
and barking,
in fact you do,
both of you,
but one thing is certain:
I’m not on the fence
about any of it.
In response to Patrick Jennings’ Pic and a Word Challenge #173: Fences
Great poet he is. What is it about postmen?
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Thanks, Bojana. They go around and collect a variety of smells and dogs get confused. 😉
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Whatever the case, I’ve always found it interesting. I too put in once in a piece of writing.
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Nice! We enjoy the protective care of such a beast.
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Thanks, Dan. Well, he feels underappreciated, I’m sure, as a guardian. Need to invent bogus bogeymen.
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Your bestia is a hard worker!
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Thanks, Denny. I’m sure he feels that you’re the only one who understands him. 😉
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Beast to Beast!
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Hihihi!
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What I love about dog poetry is its authentic simplicity. 😉
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Heheheh
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Hihih, he’s subtle. And he thanks you for reading, Patrick.
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What a poetic cutiepie. He has both the looks and the smarts! 😉
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Hihih, SMSW, now he’s blushing. 😉 Thanks!
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A great read Manja, and quite amusing as well. I bet you he’s really just thinking, ‘where’s my dinner?’
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Hahha, Gavin, I see that you speak dog. 😉 Thanks!
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