German Shepherd.

Your German Shepherd had proved to be
                                                  unpopular
Lying on top of your single bed growling
While we two were trying to make love.


That night the moon was an electroplated
                                                         penny
Lobbed up high into a misty sky
Beyond all hope of spending.


I wasted one whole hour staring upwards
Waiting for that dog to shuffle slowly
Into the unmown field that was your garden.


Eventually he loaned us some small space,
And taking advantage, we kicked him out of
                                                             doors
And turned the key behind him.


                  Peace now reigned,
                  Even the sheep were sleeping,
                  The horses had their heads down.


Side by side we watched the distant stars
Glittering far above the opened window;
They mocked the lustre of the false faced moon.


Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
April 16th. - 21st. 2015.
For J P.