The post-Thanksgiving world is eerily silent.
Dense fog obscures path
Crossing creature trips sixth sense
Yank on leash confirms
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JUST JOAN 42 
Squirrel!
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Might have been, Tippy, although its presence loomed larger–a very stealth deer maybe. The fog outside seems to echo the fog in our brains caused by too much travel, turkey, pie, and shopping. 🙂
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Every dog walker will LOVE this one! The “Yank on leash” made me hope that you don’t have a large dog (I was reminded of my experience https://judyrutrider.com/2017/03/10/im-getting-too-old-for-this/ with Sadie bounding after a rabbit on a 26′ retractable leash. You and Murisopsis have given me a new appreciation of poetry. I hope it’s not insulting to a poet to describe it as accessible.
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Never an insult to have poetry read and enjoyed. Making poetry accessible is the first step toward appreciation!
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Agree. Poet Mary Oliver is my hero. She is often disparaged by critics for her straightforwardness and simplicity, but readers love her. Oliver believes poetry is meant for everyone. “Poetry is a life-cherishing force,” she says, “for poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry.” I love that quote. 🙂
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Thanks, Judy. It’s always nice when my dog senses the same thing I do; it proves I’m not paranoid or crazy. My dog is sizable (65 lbs) but the leash is short, only 6 feet. I loved your story about Sadie; I’m glad she was contrite and you were in good enough shape to limp home. I’m happy to have found Muri’s blog, she is an amazing poet with a wide repertoire of forms. To me, “accessible” is a compliment. If I can be the “on-ramp” that gets people onto the poetry highway, I will have done something worthwhile. 🙂
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Wonderful haiku! I love the idea of the unseen but not unnoticed!
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Thanks, Muri. I never did see or hear the creature, but its energy field was obvious; the dog and I both knew it was there. Funny how the loss of one sense sharpens the others. 🙂
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Way back when I lived with dogs, we were country folk and didn’t own leashes. Some days I would begin a walk with four dogs and return home alone.
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Back when I was a kid (1970’s), nobody leashed their dogs. Guess it wasn’t a law then? I remember playing in the neighbor’s (not fenced) yard and their dog running around yapping at us. He stayed in his own yard, never bit anyone, never snatched food out of our hands. He was just like another kid, only better behaved. Did your dogs just come home later, on their own? 🙂
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They came home when they were done chasing stuff and wanted a reliable source of food.
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Smart. 🙂
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