Marla Austin Poems 2007-08

When I look in my dog’s eyes,
I see wisdom of six years
of hunting.

When I walk away from him,
after I pet him, he looks at
me with blue puppy brown eyes.

When it’s time to let him
outside, there is a special
sparkle in them.

When I get mad and yell,
I see fear in them,
even  if I’m  not mad
at him.

When he sees another dog
I don’t have to look to tell
they are clouded with aggression.

In my dog’s eyes there are lots
of things.

- Emily

Sunny
squawking parakeet
funny sometimes too

I give him some millet.
He comes in the palm of my hand
he eats right out of my hand

green and yellow all over
some patches of blue around his beak
black eyes

going in his food dish a lot
and he likes to play a lot too

-Calli