Not the Ginsberg “howl”
not the hootin’ and hollerin’ howl,
but an eager craving
rippin’ through spent leaves, howl
awake and wild,
soft nerves on fire.
An unrestrained howl,
like wolves, the ground quivers under his nose, voles
scurry in disparate directions, and
squirrels dash up trees
in his lashing wake, howl.
A husky howl, he
shies away from water but
runs strong on slivers of fast ice
jumpin’ floes, leapin’ over leads
like a jack rabbit fleeing for it’s untamed life, howl.
A hungry dog howl
powerful, sleek with
perfect stamina and a perfect gait
to match his Top Dog of all dogs howl,
the card-carrying member and leader of a team
singin’ the blues, carryin’ a tune
soulful and uncivilized Howl of
*My dog, Quinn
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LOVE, LOVE, LOVE this Monica!!
Aw…thank you, Kaylene. Quinn can be exasperating at times, but that is the nature of high-strung huskies.
oh, he's soooo beautiful! and that last photo—what gorgeous ears.
i love howling. our lille doesn't really howl at all, but lizzi and our little miniature dachshund did. occasionally we'll hear coyote songs, too. gives me goosebumps…in a good way.
A howling dachshund!?? Ooh…sounds like a good idea for a children's picture book!
I heard sandhill cranes this morning, flying overhead…what a lovely sound they make.