This is a poem I wrote a few years ago about my dog Teddy.
He’s since passed away.
He was a rescue dog of questionable breed, but his quirky and goofy love was never in question.
He Hears The Jet Stream
I am not sure if the jet stream
is a low thundering subwoofer.
I am not sure if the jet stream
is a twittering or scratching flit
of a mosquitoes wings.
But my dog can hear the jet stream
miles above the stratosphere
an imperceptible force pushes
temperatures across the globe.
My dog hears the jet stream
and his ears twitch
the hairs in his nose bristle.
A deep breathy woof comes out of his throat answering the jet stream.
And the jet stream brings us winter
and he is a bit like winter at least the good parts… A warm blanket a cozy fire a cup of cocoa.
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