A boy and a dog called Jazzy

A boy and a dog called Jazzy

A boy and a dog called Jazzy

Best friends
can be short or tall
bright or quiet
booky or sporty
anything at all
mine just happens to be
a goofy, woolly
poodly, woodly
labradoodley
type beastie
with a coat of gold
soft as marshmallows
melting in the camp fire
pinkest tongue
cool wet nose
that reminds me when
a hug is due
boofy head
that rests on my legs
like Iā€™m the best pillow
ever
following me from room to room
my loyal shadow
liquid eyes
of chocolate brown
forever sad
even when eating
but a shaggy, waggy tail
reveals
a heart filled with happy
jazzy, fizzy stuff
that bubbles all around me
tickling me with love.

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Note: A repost šŸ™‚

summer holidays

summer holidays

School holidays have begun and in Australia that means the beginning of a hot, humid summer, cricket, swimming, watermelon and stone fruit, and Christmas around the corner (my apologies to my Northern friends who are freezing their butts off!). Here is a little poem to suit my mood šŸ™‚

summer holidays

I’m cool back
jellyfish floating
on the coral sea
weightless drifting
problems shifting
away with scant clouds
swaying with the jazz scat
of almost waves
sun through blood orange eyelids
warming in the no-where to go
flow