Scrambletoes

And Other Thoughts

The other day I found myself inventing a new word for my pup Felix: scrambletoes. He is the kind of dog that collects new names and even new words because how else can I describe his many delightful moods and moves?

Here is the poem that followed.

Scrambletoes

Felix goes
scrambletoes.
His pink nose
leads his toes;
and his tail
without fail,
like a sail
in a gale,
follows near,
everywhere,
in the air.
Here and there,
round and round,
nose on ground
like a hound,
he has found
all the things
that earth brings,
and wind flings.
His tail swings,
and his nose
leads his toes.
Off he goes,
scrambletoes!

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In a calmer mode, I stepped out into the enormous light of the full moon, and I found only a handful of stars shining through its glow. They made unusual patterns without their fainter companions.

Only a few stars
shine through the full moon’s light–ah,
strange constellations!

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