Poems and Videos

Crouching near the master,

Brit stands fearful, clinging close;

resting on its haunches,

without feelings of morose.

Brit sprints briskly rightward,

seeking safety from a device;

steering clear, from a ping,

Brit shuns sounds that don't entice.

A Pet stands beside a loud machine.

Shaking, Brit comes near for love,

wanting strokes and scratches,

never fearful of a shove.

When the noisy gadget stops,

Brit reclines and relaxes;

closing eyes in slumber,

Brit ignores man's work on taxes.