April now is underway.
The Spring is sprung.
Bugs are out to play.
Alas, it must be getting near.
To complete the forms.
To shed a tear.
It’s soon will be the filing date.
Receipts and bills.
It’s getting late.
I started out late last year.
I did what I could.
I waited here.
Every year, it seems the same.
January fifth, I’m almost done.
April tenth, I’m quite insane.
April fourteenth, I will announce,
“I’ve sent the damn thing in!”
Hope the check won’t bounce.
It’s time to write another poem.
It’s another year,
In the same old home.
I need to travel for inspiration.
Just need to avoid the beach,
It causes perspiration.
Ten year ago today, Rockford J Gilhooly ran away from home and met a car. Then, he met us.
Rocky went for a walk one day.
A perfect time to run and play.
He went out for adventure all alone.
He decided to run away from home.
Rocky had never run so far.
He never looked up to see the car.
He lay in the road a broken pet.
A stranger took him to the vet.
The doctor said, “He’s really ill.”
Crazy Dog Lady said, “Send us the bill!”
A doctor helped him through the pain.
The doctor said, “He’ll never run again.”
He recovered with a new Mom and Dad.
He thought his new life wasn’t bad.
Nothing in his new world was the same.
He even found he had a different name.
Rocky found that running really wasn’t hard,
If there are squirrels to chase across the yard.
Rocky’s been at home for ten years now.
He’s spoiled as much as Dad will allow.
His painful crash had a happy end.
Broken bones will sometimes mend.
All brave adventurers will roam.
Sometimes they find their perfect home.
You never know whom you will meet.
But look both ways when you cross the street.
Friday afternoon
Weekend starting very soon
Is it five o’clock?
Hey! We’re going up the fence!
No! We’re going down!
Wait! Is that a nut?
Up the tree! Hurry!
Run the fence!
Let’s go in the yard.
DOG!
Up the fence!
Empty coffee cup.
Catching up on all my mail.
There’s a meeting soon.
I was changing the dogs’ water last night.
Carefully washing out the bowl.
I realized that Rocky never drinks from it.
He uses the one in the kitchen.
There is also water in his food.
Katie used the bowl I washed.
She crossed the bridge this month.
Maybe if I washed her water bowl,
She would come back.
It’s time to rise and go to work.
My dog rolls over with a smirk.
There’s a pounding in my head.
I wonder how to work from bed.
Two cups of coffee for my thirst.
The second cup to wake the first.
It was a very long night indeed.
But a little longer now, I plead.
I should be functional by noon.
At least it will be the weekend soon.
Death and destruction from a very small dog.
A small crunchy snake.
A multitude of birds.
Three little rats.
A baby bunny.
My Chihuahua has killed them all.
So, now, I wonder.
When he leans over to lick me,
Is is affection? love? respect?
Or measuring me for a death shake ?
We have a new coffee pot.
It is very technically advanced.
It has a pot for 12 cups on one side.
It has a pod for a K-cup on the other.
I guess you could have coffee
While you are waiting for your coffee.
Choices, so many choices.
So early in the morning.
It has a timer to start coffee.
I wish I had known that last night.
I finally had a Coke.
You just pour it in a cup.
That will be caffeine enough.
At least enough to learn the coffee pot.
Unfiltered Thoughts 