So many days are a struggle, I decided I needed an easy, gentle hobby to keep things light. So, I'm writing a book called, "Dogs I've Made: Seriously Silly Poems by Rodney Robbins." Here is one that's a bit more mysterious than silly, but I thought you might like it. See if you can tell me what this poem is about.
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Like a soft black wind with tender paws
Or a charging creature of the night with teeth
He bounds and slashes
Fear The Great Hunter
Or a charging creature of the night with teeth
Yet, sometimes he sleeps
Fear The Great Hunter
Gentle his touch and tender his caress
Yet, sometimes he sleeps
Till he wakes, groggy, lost in a world of giants
Gentle his touch and tender his caress
He only drinks running water
Till he wakes, groggy, lost in a world of giants
The Great Hunter is under attack
He only drinks running water
The enemy charges, too many, flee!
The Great Hunter is under attack
Defenseless, he shows his belly
The enemy charges, too many, flee!
Suck them in and rip them to shreds
Defenseless, he shows his belly
We live for combat
Suck them in and rip them to shreds
A job well done
We live for combat
The sun shines bright in the window
A job well done
Sleep now, little one, sleep in the sun
This form of poetry is called a pantoum. The rhythm is like gentle waves on the beach. I like them. Do you think you know what this poem is about? Use the "Comment" link below or write to Rodney Robbins here.


