
Month: August 2015
Shit for Tat
Sam remote-beeped his car open while scrolling through his phone. Hearing the beep, a pretty dog – let’s call her She– peeped from underneath the car. As she saw Sam walking up to the car, she came out and waited near the driver’s door. Sam looked up from his phone to realize someone waiting with tilted head, pattering tail, drooling tongue and innocent twinkling eyes. Continue reading “Shit for Tat”
Haiku # 15
The Grown-Ups asked Me,
What I’d Want to Grow Up as?
Child – I said Smiling.
Priceless Irony

Haiku # 14
Sobbing is the Key
For You to Flee, You Would Think.
Oh, Give Me a Break!
Bubbles of Joy
Haiku # 13
Paw- a-Tree, if You
Know how Oddly Dear is Pun,
Like Blue Dove’s High-Coo!