A Nasal Quorum

You prowl and sniff the air around your pack, With outsized ears you wear just like a crown Atop a cloak of matted, mottled brown;

Puppy Love

Whilst marriage may begin with wedded bliss, The passion that once burnt can start to fade; Behaviours that once hit feel like a miss, With

Light Without Meat

The little dog waits for his master to come, His belly is empty, his palette is numb. Oh, when will there be some food in