Cooper the Cattledog here with a dog poem.
Buffy has her Haiku Thursday and Jack has Wacky Wednesday and Celebrity Saturday, so I figure I can have my very own weekly post. Today I am going to feature a really cool dog poem called Dog Music by a guy named Paul Zimmer.
Amongst dogs are listeners and singers.
My big dog sang with me so purely,
puckering her ruffled lips into an O,
beginning with small, swallowing sounds
like Coltrane musing, then rising to power
and resonance, gulping air to continue—
her passion and sense of flawless form—
singing not with me, but for the art of dogs.
We joined in many fine songs—”Stardust,”
“Naima,” “The Trout,” “My Rosary,” “Perdido.”
She was a great master and died young,
leaving me with unrelieved grief,
her talents known to only a few.
Now I have a small dog who does not sing,
but listens with discernment, requiring
skill and spirit in my falsetto voice.
I sing her name and words of love
andante, con brio, vivace, adagio.
Sometimes she is so moved she turns
to place a paw across her snout,
closes her eyes, sighing like a girl
I held and danced with years ago.
But I am a pretender to dog music.
The true strains rise only from
the rich, red chambers of a canine heart,
these melodies best when the moon is up,
listeners and singers together or
apart, beyond friendship and anger,
far from any human imposter—
ballads of long nights lifting
to starlight, songs of bones, turds,
conquests, hunts, smells, rankings,
things settled long before our birth.
Dog Music by Paul Zimmer
Many people say that all the noise I make is whining… but my mom and dad know that really I’m singing. And maybe even reciting a dog poem or two.
Thank you for reading my very first Cooper’s Cattledog Musings.
~Cooper the Muser~
If you visit Ruckus the Eskie you’ll see other great sepia images. And feel free to join the hop!
I wonder if there will be another dog poem there. 😉