
Today is my birthday.
I am twelve-years-old.
Woof!
Autumn Fence, Woodstock, Vermont
A walk down a country road,
not knowing what it may hold.
Leaves crunch loudly beneath my feet,
walking fast is no easy feat.
I need to get home to make dinner,
I’d hoped the walk would make me thinner.
But I need to slow down and breath the air,
as sweet as cotton candy at a fair.
My steps follow the white picket fence,
the other side makes me cold and tense.
The huge dog jumps high in the air,
his eyes white dots in his black hair.
He whimpers and walks closer to me,
his dark eyes as wide as can be.
He lifts a large paw to the gate,
as I slow down my frenzied gait.
I stop in place to pet his head,
I know I have just made my bed.
I will now be home late for dinner,
but the dog knows I’m still the winner.
I have stopped to smell the flowers,
I’m refreshed with super powers.
I race home with new resolve,
no more time puzzles to solve.
my insides
READ THE PICTURE
You can feel his pain.
His sadness.
For a life not lived to the fullest.
For a life almost over.
Sitting by the fire.
All alone.
Not even a dog by his side.
What do you see?
Do you want to jump into the water?
Do you want to know what’s on the other side?
We are all curious about the unknown.
We all want what we can’t have or reach.
Why should a dog be any different?
PLAY DEAD
I have a good idea!
If THE DEAD are coming to town,
then we should make believe we are also dead.
How do you like my costume?
THE DEAD GAME BY SUSANNE LEIST
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-dead-game-susanne-leist/1116825442?ean=2940148410881
Hello my best friend.
What are you thinking as
you stare out the car window?
Are you waiting for one of your
human sisters to come home?
Are you watching for the train?
What goes through your mind?
Whatever thoughts you are having
are definitely pure and sweet,
for you are the sweetest animal.
I love you my dear, Nounous.
DO ANIMALS THINK LIKE WE DO?
THEY GET UPSET.
THEY GET MAD.
THEY GET HUNGRY.
THEY RECOGNIZE THEIR OWNERS,
BUT DO THEY LOVE US?
I BELIEVE MY DOG LOVES ME.
I LOVE HIM.
WISHING EVERYONE A GOOD NIGHT.
This is my favorite picture of my Maltese, Nounous.
He is waiting for the LIRR to bring my daughter home from New York City.
He hears the train whistle but can’t see a train.
He becomes impatient.
He sits at the window, waiting.
As the train pulls into the station, he watches the doors pass by.
They are moving too fast for him to see his beloved friend.
The train stops.
The doors open.
Watching and waiting, he sees her.
He begins to howl, pawing at the window.
He is still not sure.
He has to wait for her to come closer.
It looks like her, but he can’t tell.
She is beside the car window and shouts,”Nounous I’m home.”
He jumps up and down, woofing with joy.
She is home.