To Dig

                                        by remington armadeus

                       I love to dig, I don't know why
                        I dig and dig and dig.
                        I dig in rain, I dig in sun, I dig because it's fun.
                        I think it's neat, dirt 'tween my feet
                        The pile it goes so high.
                        Just one more scoop, is all it takes
                        For me to touch the sky.
                        I found a worm, I found a grub
                        I found a slimely slug.
                        A pool I'll build for summer days
                        For me and Kase and Bug.
                        I'll dig it deep that hole of mine
                        My tail it will be waggin'.
                        I heard a thump I'll take a look
                        Oh wow, a blue volkswagon.
                        I am so proud my hole I dug
                        And I shall say it loud.
                        For if you see no part of me
                        My hole is four foot three!!!!!



 

          ONLY SPECIAL PEOPLE HAVE GREYHOUNDS

                                          by barbara j wright
            Remember when our eyes first met?
            I'll never know who picked out who.
            We've met before, haven't we?
            That's how come I know you.
 

            From that other world, that place, that time,
            When others' greed defined us.
            Told us who and what we are,
            A world that undermined us
 

            Intentionally, so we wouldn't leave,
            That carrot in front of our noses.
            Or a rabbit, pretending security,
            But never a bed of roses.
 

            Just illusions, that same awful dog track,
            Fulfilling the dreams of others.
            Discounted, exploited, ignored at best,
            But hoping to be discovered.
 

            Thank God we didn't believe them
            When they told us, "You are a loser."
            They finally had to let us go
            It cost too much to keep us.
 

            They missed our beauty, our grace, our charm, our
            finesse, our exquisite perfection.
            They didn't deserve us and never will
            Special creatures, without exception.
 

            I dreamt I was back at my old job last night, and I guess that you did, too.
            Four feet moving round the bed, 'round the track? Trembling, like a leaf
            Then waking, knowing that's over now, it's history, another bad dream
            We can leave behind us in that other place, our first reality.

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