Dog Days
His tongue hangs out all day. He pants continuously. Sleeps wrapped around a sweating toilet bowl. Doesn't want to go out, and, when he must, wants in immediately. He slobbers water on the floor in his haste to cool his thirst. He looks at me with sad eyes as if I could do something. I give him some of my ice cream. Happy for the moment, he retreats back to the toilet bowl.
two- week heat wave
cooling in the fridge
salads and underwear
Presence
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dog days-
in the old cherry tree
an empty bird's nest
Thanks for dropping by my blog Adelaide
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thanks Gillena. I like your haiku.
Adelaide
I laughed all the way through this post. I grew up in Oklahoma, where dog days meant hot days and dirty water. We couldn't swim in the lakes during most of July, and all of August.
Let's hope we don't get too much hot weather this summer.
Right now, I hoping for a few days of sun. Nothing but rain and clouds for over a week.
Thanks for dropping by.
Adelaide
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