More Dog Letters To God...

Dear God,

I'm a lucky dog, with a comfortable home,
Fed regularly, bathed, brushed and combed.
I go for long walks, get occasional bones.
I have a fenced yard but can never roam.
Why is that?

Dear Dog,

You are very fortunate, my canine friend,
But the world's faster than you may know,
Too many dogs reach untimely ends,
With humans constantly on the go,

Dear God,

Sometimes my master forgets my water,
My throat gets parched and dry.
So I'll drink from the toilet, does that really matter?
It bothers him and I can't figure why.
Can you clarify?

Dear Dog,

Yes, people get busy and are prone to forget,
The necessities which pets need the most.
Don't worry too much and drink from the toilet,
Just avoid it if yellow or if somethings afloat.


Dear God,

Sometimes my butt itches so I try to scratch it,
But I can't reach, as hard as I try.
So I sit on the carpet and scootch forward a bit,
My master goes ballistic.  Why?

Dear Dog,

Well friend you see, carpets are expensive,
I realize they're more abrasive than grass.
I suggest the next time you get apprehensive,
Find somewhere more private to scratch your ass.

Dear God,

My best friend Jafar got hit by a car,
We were just playing and he chased a cat.
His master took him to a place that is far,
I never saw him again, where's he at?

Dear Dog,

Jafar is okay, he's here with me, just as other dogs are.
People spend money and go to extremes,
When the injured and ill are as they are.
Pets are more expendable it seems.

Dear God,

When people eat they sit at a table,
In chairs with their feet on the floor.
I get my food served on the floor, when they're able,
It's hard to listen when your eating on all fours.
Any suggestions?

Dear Dog,

People are funny, they spend lots of money,
They never like it thought that they're poor.
Their talk may be dull and what would the fun be,
If you never ate scraps off the floor.

Dear God,

And what's the deal with hot food on plates?
I always get my food served cold.
I must admit though, sometimes I can't wait,
Is it quicker to get served in a bowl?

Dear Dog,

No, not really, it's a matter of taste,
It depends on your owner and the time it takes,
People get caught up in their hurried haste,
It's not so bad though when you get to lick plates.

Dear God,

I've heard it said dog's look like their masters,
I've never known that to be true.
Is it right you created man in your image?
Does that mean dogs look like you too?


Dear Dog,

That's true, in a sense, I gave dogs my demeanor.
Canines reflect what good men should be.
They're special to me, their name makes it clearer,
Just spell Dog backwards and you'll see what I mean.


Dear God,

I understand dogs age faster then masters,
In dog years, one equals man's seven,
When humans die it's You that they ask for.
Is it true what they say, that all dogs go to heaven?


Dear Dog,

Yes my friend, that is true.



Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm022
102009

Teacup Pig

Teacup pig,
You're not too big,
In fact, you're very small.


Cute and pink,
Without the stink,
You're hardly there at all.


I've never seen,
A stranger thing,
Outside a pen or stall.


Teeny, tiny,
You remind me,
Of a little pig doll.


How you fit,
Inside of it,
Is a mystery to me.


You wiggly worm,
The way you squirm,
Brings laughter, love and glee.


Your little snout,
Is pushed right out,
As flat as flat can be.


When you pout,
I have doubts,
That you can even see?


I don't wait,
Or hesitate,
When I pick you up.


Are you a hog?
Or a little dog?
A little pinkish pup?


One of these days,
The doctor says,
You'll be all grown up.


I hope and pray
You'll stay this way,
The change is not abrupt.


Just in case,
I'll find a place,
To store much bigger cups.



Copyright © March 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
031110

The Frisbee Catching Dog

I wrote this in September 1979 for my loving and faithful dog Nugget, the best dog in the world. He was my best friend for 12 years...


He certainly is a lazy ole fella,
This friend of mine.
Some say, "He's just a dumb animal"
I don't really mind.
Besides, I know him better than anyone.

Sure he's lazy,
Aren't all his kind?
He's a dog, part husky,
Their coats aren't fine.
And I know him better than anyone...

Don't let his laziness fool you though.
He's merely waiting for the time,
When I take him out,
Turn him loose,
And let that saucer fly.

For he's the Frisbee Catching Dog,
A legend in his time,
An honest-to-God celebrity,
With the ability to climb...

...high above friends and foes,
'till soaring disc he finds,
Then gradually to earth he floats,
then turning on a dime...

...back to me he brings the disc,
At my feet, he lets it lie.
Then sits and shines, as if to say,
"Come on, just one more time?"

So I grab the plate,
Cock my arm,
At once he's off he's off his behind.
There it goes,
The wind's got it now,
But where's that mutt of mine?

Oh well, like I said,
This ole fella's past his prime,
He's the laziest frisbee catching dog,
The world will ever find.
And of course, I know him better than anyone...


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm074
090179

Itty-Bitty Persian Kitty

Itty-bitty Persian kitty,
You're so small, soft and pretty.
You sit and watch all you can.
Fit right in the palm of my hand,

Little Persian kitty cat,
Where the heck are you at?
You're always playing hide 'n seek,
Getting sillier week to week.

You're the cutest little kitten,
Feel just like a fuzzy mitten.
A fluffy, fuzzy ball of fur,
Always causing such a stir.

I love to watch you chase your ball,
When I roll it down the hall.
You use your paws to claw at things,
Fingers, toys and dangling strings.

You have a funny little mug,
It's scrunchy like a feline pug.
You barely weigh an ounce or two,
Pounce on everything that moves.

I'm not sure how big you'll get.
You'll never be the biggest pet.
I just pray you'll always stay,
Cute and cuddly and like to play.

My itty-bitty feline friend,
I'll love you dearly, thick or thin.
And when you've grown old and fat,
You'll still be my favorite cat.


Copyright © August 2011
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
082811

No Greater Love

 This poem is written to the wonderful accompanying painting by my friend Paul McGehee called "Faithful Companion".  Be sure to check out all of Paul's art.  He is  a very talented local artist...

There's no love like a dog's,
When you're feeling blue.
It wags its tail, licks your hand,
Then cuddles close to you.

It never has a motive,
Mopes or just complains.
Its love is unconditional,
Loyalty remains.

A dog's love is pure love,
Precious, sure and true.
It can tell and understands,
When somethings bothering you.

They never have resentment,
Balk or show dismay.
Their sole source of contentment,
Is attention and want of play.

They never have an objection.
Never hold a grudge.
They vie for your affection.
With a bark or cold nose nudge.

They love you just the way you are,
Stay right by your side.
They treat you like a movie star,
Without a reason why.

And when their time has finally come,
They don't raise a peep.
They wag their tail, look at you,
Then quietly go to sleep.


Copyright © March 2011
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
033011

Monkey See, Monkey Do

Percy P. Orangutan,
Had a purple boomerang.
When he threw it,
People knew it,
Cause it made a real loud bang.

C.C. the Chimpanzee,
Liked to play hide and seek.
Now she's here,
Now she's gone.
She can play all day long.

Spunky their monkey friend.
Always likes to play pretend.
If you smile,
He smiles too.
Sometimes he acts just like you.

They all live at the local zoo,
And play together like kids do.
But all are shy and don't like when,
Other people are watching them.

One day Percy and C.C.,
Got together with Spunky.
They decided,To play a game.
So Percy grabbed his boomerang.

He picked it up and turned around,
But CC wasn't to be found.
Spunky fell down to the ground.
He did not make a sound.

Percy got worried then,
Both of them were his best friends.
Where the heck did C.C. go?
Poor old Percy did not know.

As for Spunky, he laid still,
Percy thought him dead or ill.
He went over to check on him,
That's when Spunky cracked a grin.

He could not contain himself,
They laughed so hard that Percy fell.
Just then CC reappeared,
Percy laughed then heard a cheer.

Right outside the looking glass,
A group of children had just passed.
They saw the threesome playing around,
Stood and watched without a sound.

Then the primates realized,
Much to all of their surprise,
Their playful pranks were recognized,
And brought sheer joy to children's eyes.

Then the three in unison,
Turned to see the children grin.
All together they grinned too.
As if it all had been on queue.

The children couldn't help but see,
The monkeys' curiosity.
Then they all jumped up and down,
And acted just like little clowns.

Spunky recognized their game,
Then decided to do the same.
So did Percy, then C.C.,
They all jumped 'round real silly.

Then the children hid their eyes,
The threesome decided to oblige.
They covered up their eyes too.
Then all together played peek-a-boo.

The kids then covered up their ears,
The monkeys did the same to cheers.
Then with their hands they hid mouths, too.
The three now knew just what to do.

Percy, Spunky and C.C.,
Were as happy as can be.
They played games all afternoon,
More hide and seek and pretend too.

The three primates sure had fun,
Playing games with everyone.
From that day on they weren't shy,
Especially when kids walked by.

Now outside you will find,
The primates have a brand new sign.
People come from near and far,
To see the brand new monkey stars.

It reads:

Welcome to the local zoo.
There's Orangutans, Chimps and monkeys too.
They like to play games with you.
Hide and Seek and Peek a Boo.
They imitate and pretend they're you.
They act just like they're your friend, too.
But their favorite game to do.
Is Monkey See and Monkey Do.


Copyright © July 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm
001073110

An Albino Rhino

 






There once was an albino rhino,
The only such rhino I know.
He was certainly a sight,
A pale ghostly white,
No color from horn tip to toe.
 
All of the regular grey rhinos,
Found him somewhat absurd.
He never socialized,
Was often ostracised,
From their otherwise, colorized world.
 
One day the albino rhino,
Met a pink phosphorescent elephant.
He didn't know,
An elephant could glow,
But saw her special and like him different.
 
They became best friends which was rare,
Ignored random gawks, laughs and stares.
After awhile,
All the elephants smiled,
Saw them as an interesting pair.
 
One day some hunters came by,
Thought they'd give elephants a try.
The grey rhinos knew,
There was nothing they could do,
But stay back and not question why.
 
But the albino rhino couldn't stand,
To watch his friend's slaughtered by man.
He considered the situation,
Then in sheer desperation,
He decided to execute a plan.
 
As the hunters drew close and took aim,
That's when the first charge up and came.
From dust that was stirred,
Came the cloudy white blur,
Of a ghostly rhinoceros frame.
 
Slightly rattled and somewhat confused.
The hunters were not that amused.
Though something charged by,
In the blink of an eye,
Their deadly efforts would not be refused.
 
Having had their first shots deterred,
They refocused, regrouped and conferred.
Dug themselves in,
Retried once again,
And took aim at the pachyderm herd.
 
Suddenly the earth shook and swayed,
The hunters turned, looked in dismay.
Toward them rumbling loud,
Came an enormous tumbling cloud,
And sharp horns of a rhino parade.
 
Without time to regress or refrain,
And no one but themselves to blame,
The hunters bid adieu,
Then backed off and flew,
Leaving guns and sought after game.
 
When the clouds of dust had all cleared,
Two crowds of musk appeared.
They stood tusk to face,
Each distinctive race,
Then both elephants and rhinos all cheered.
 
As a great celebration began,
The rhinos regathered their clan.
But off to the side,
Attempting to hide,
Was the albino rhino that first ran.
 
Together with horns and trunks raised,
The two herds offered honor and praise,
To the Albino Rhino,
They all now loved so,
For his courage and unselfish ways.
 
As for his precious pink friend,
The rhino remained loyal to the end.
Despite her big ears,
She never had fears,
Of standing out in a crowd again.
 
The moral of this story should make sense,
Don't worry if you have a difference.
God's creatures are born,
With all features and forms,
What counts is the love you dispense.


Copyright © June 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
061310

A Dog

Boy and man's best friend,
A virtual living trend,
Mix of canine blends.



Copyright © April 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001

042910

Porcelain Seagull

Silly salty sea bird
See him surf and sail.
Wide wet webbed feet,
Wild whimsical tail.
Soft sultry feathers.
Sharp shifty eyes,
Weathering wicked weather,
Climbing cool clear skies.
White breasted angel,
Grey winged friend,
Glide aggressive angles,
Catch festive winds.
Duck-like yellow feet,
Eagle-like bald white head.
Hawk-like bent, pointed beak,
Yellow, touched with red.
Sentry, skilled scavenger,
Sea faring famous fowl,
For centuries a ravager,
At stern, port or bow.
Their Caw's quite distinctive,
It breaks a beachside lull,
Their cause quite instinctive,
The porcelain Seagull.


Copyright © April 2010
Kevin Mooney


kmm001
041610

Little Yellow Peeps

Little peeps,
Fast asleep,
In their nice warm incubator.

From tiny beaks,
Come winy cheeps,
That cannot wait until later.

Yellow down fluffs,
Soft powder puffs,
Desperately wanting to be heard.

Life can be rough,
When there's never enough,
Food for such hungry baby birds.

Copyright © March 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001

030110

A New Hampshire Red Rooster Haiku

Red feathered fryer,
A hen's wanton desire,
Break of dawn crier.


Copyright © March 2010
Kevin Mooney

kmm001

030110

Oodles of Doodles

Compose

I wake up every morning straddled by furry friends,
Three mollycoddled canines,
Braced firmly in my bed.

It's hard to roll left, even harder to roll right,
The covers are bottled around me,
I'm like a bagworm swaddled tight.

My bed is King Sized, pyramidal in width and height,
How did they saddle up here?
These ninjas of the night.

I tug at every corner trying to loosen up their grip,
But dare they budge a little,
I'm afraid the sheet might rip.

I finally break their hold and squirm out tentatively,
They sure do like to cuddle,
These spoiled bowwows fast asleep.

It's hard to get angry with this caboodled clan,
They're the cutest little threesome,
Puppy, Mom and Dad.

Daphne is the mother, her majesty, the Royal Queen.
She's the elder Labradoodle,
Nose nudgingly pristine.

Niles the distinguished father comes from a finer brood,
A Poodle that yields to others,
Waiting patiently for his food.

Max, now he's a handful, their offspring's still sewing seeds,
He acts just like a puppy,
Though he's the largest of the three.

Coats as black as coal, Niles has a fringe of grey,
Max is all jet black, with just a smidge of clay,
Daphne likes to be coddled, her highness gets her way.

Muddled pains in the canoodle, we love our Three Little Bears,
Momma, Poppa and Baby, bundled puddles of loving care,
Oodles of Doodles beyond compare.


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm024
050109

Pavlov's Command

Postured attention,
Eyes Synchronized.
Unbroken concentration,
Focus intensified.
Unspoken communication,
Invoked and hypnotised.
Heads turn in unison,
Full attention held,
Cerebral infusion,
A mental mind meld.
Rules unnecessary,
Schooled on demand,
Drooling excessively,
Lost in 'La La' Land.
A primal fixation,
On every movement of hand,
The caninal persuasion,
Of Pavlov's command.



Copyright © October 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm023
101609

Do Animals Cry?

I read today that a distraught man
Shot and killed a mother duck.
It angered me how anyone can...
Be so cruel and that screwed up.
I prayed to God this man would suffer,
I prayed that he would die,
I wondered though, in the scheme of it all,
Do animals ever cry?

I read today that a thoroughbred horse,
Three years old and full of pride,
Broke his leg while on a race course,
Galloping in full stride.
I prayed to God the steed not suffer,
I prayed he wouldn't die.
The thought struck me though, when creatures fall,
Do they ever cry?

I read today two geese were flying,
And both got caught in a storm.
They were mates it seemed, together for life,
And one of their wings got torn.
I prayed to God, be merciful Lord,
I prayed it wouldn't die.
These majestic birds that so love one another,
Have they reason to cry?

Then God said to me, in his omnipotent way,
All creatures are born to die.
To them I promise My love and compassion,
An eternal place to lie.
Animals you see,
Are special to me,
They have no need to cry.


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
101409

The Frisbee Catching Dog

I wrote this in September 1979 for my loving and faithful dog Nugget, the best dog in the world. He was best friend for 12 years...


He certainly is a lazy ole fella,
This friend of mine.
Some say, "He's just a dumb animal"
I don't really mind.
Besides, I know him better than anyone.

Sure he's lazy,
Aren't all his kind?
He's a dog, part husky,
Their coats aren't fine.
And I know him better than anyone...

Don't let his laziness fool you though.
He's merely waiting for the time,
When I take him out,
Turn him loose,
And let that saucer fly.

For he's the Frisbee Catching Dog,
A legend in his time,
An honest-to-God celebrity,
With the ability to climb...

...high above friends and foes,
'till soaring disc he finds,
Then gradually to earth he floats,
then turning on a dime...

...back to me he brings the disc,
At my feet, he lets it lie.
Then sits and shines, as if to say,
"Come on, just one more time?"

So I grab the plate,
Cock my arm,
At once he's off he's off his behind.
There it goes,
The wind's got it now,
But where's that mutt of mine?

Oh well, like I said,
This ole fella's past his prime,
He's the laziest frisbee catching dog,
The world will ever find.
And of course, I know him better than anyone...


Copyright © May 2009
Kevin Mooney

kmm001
090179