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Cher the poet writes of Cricket

First Posted: 11:36 pm - June 23rd, 2015

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Contributed by Sandi McBride Cher the poet composed six stanzas on her canine companion, Cricket.

Now, that Sunny really upset me. Am I wrong or did he insinuate that Cher (that is me) is not quite bright? Why, I am the smartest in our family for sure! I am the Muse. I write poetry.

I am talented and quiet. I only talk to the canines…they understand me. Sometimes I speak with Caroline, if she is in a good mood. Mostly I sit quietly and compose. Sunny really should not assume that because I don’t natter on about nothing that my noggin is empty.

Why, just this day I wrote of Cricket, Mam’an’s precious boy…I quite like our Cricket and Scarlet, too. They are so much fun, they chase me but don’t catch me. That’s more than I can say for the rest! So, here is my ode to our Cricket:

CRICKET’S SONG

Go pee high up on that fence post

leave your name, your number too

no, no, not that, you nitwit canine

you never heard me say go poo…

no, pee high there, let the others

know who you are and what you do

when you ate and how you ate it

with gusto, mate, and a lovely brew…

Tell them Deadlyclaws is a bounder

a cocksure peke with a steady gait

a girlfriend we all call Miz Scarlet

though the humans call her Chase

tell those blighters they need not tarry

but go on back down through the wood

don’t return, for you’ll be packin’

gnarling teeth and a filthy mood!

He lies upended there on the carpet

happily dreaming of how mean he is

front feet running nine to forty

soft woofs echo from between his lips

and then he awakens with sudden caution

a heavy weight upon his chest

and narrows eyes at the snoozing feline

covering him warmly like a vest

“How can I go pee high upon that fencepost

and show them all how fierce I be

when you show no more fear than Scarlet

and even dare to nap on me!

get thee gone, you cuss’ed feline

don’t you know I’m danger-based?

Cher laughs softly at his fierceness

(and dares to stroke that pug-nosed face)

“Calm down, sweet boy, you know your bluster

won’t give me the slightest pause

did you forget, your name is Cricket

when you’re awake, not Deadly Claws…

you’re but a dog, and we’ll protect you

from any harm that comes your way

feline power is to be respected

now lie back down, and let me lay…”

And so he does as he’s commanded

and looks forward to gallant dreams

where he’ll go pee high up on that fencepost

and show the world he’s what he seems!

He’s no cat bed, though Cher would claim him

he’s no weak-kneed Nellie, he

he’s a brute, his bark will prove it —

if his sweet Cher would just let him be!

Sandi McBride is a resident of Jefferson who blogs regularly and enjoys her garden and her furry and feathered friends. She is a wife and mother of two sons.

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