A Human's Litany for a Dog - Poem

A "Human's Litany for a Dog" is a poem by me that was inspired by my dog, Hobie Dawg and the poem "A Dog's Litany for a Human". Both poems were inspired by the poem Litany by former US Poet Laureate, Billy Collins that was inspired by a poem by Jacques Crickillon. (Click here to listen to Litany read by a 3 year old boy).

You are my copilot through thick and thin,
my muse on our morning walks.
You are an agility genius,
and a frisbee fetching fanatic.
You are my soulmate
and the #WorldsBestDog.

However, you are not a fussy feline,
or an attention seeking sycophant.
And you are certainly not an umbrageous oaf.
There's just no way you are an umbrageous oaf.

It is possible you are an Instagram star,
or even a meaningful meme.
But you are not even close to being a Grumpy Cat.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither an Internet Bot
nor a Twitter troll.

It might interest you to know,
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am a bag of biscuits.
I also happen to be your Uber chauffeur,
your photo paparazzi,
and your primary pooper scooper.

I am also an ardent admirer
and fanatic fan.
But don't worry, I'm not an agility genius.
You are an agility genius.
You will always be an agility genius.
Not to mention a frisbee fetching fanatic,
and somehow, my soulmate and #WorldsBestDog.

A Dog's Litany for a Human - Poem

A "Dog's Litany for a Human" is a poem written by my dog, Hobie Dawg that was inspired by the poem Litany by former US Poet Laureate and New York State Poet, Billy Collins that was inspired by a poem by Jacques Crickillon. (Click here to listen to Litany read by a 3 year old boy).

You are the biscuits in the jar, 
the water in my bowl.
You are my mentor on our morning walks 
and the Frisbee that flies through the air.
You are my superhero
and awesome provider of  food and fun

However, you are not the squirrel in the tree,
the cat that I chase 
or the tree that I mark.
And you are certainly not the scent that I roll in.
There's just no way that you are the scent that I roll in.

It is possible you are my dog park buddy
or even a psycho paparazzi 
But you are not even close to the smell of a dog butt.
And a quick look in the mirror will show
that you are neither my bed in the corner 
nor my basket of toys.

It might interest you to know, 
speaking of the plentiful imagery of the world,
that I am the sound of sirens that howl.
I also happen to be the guarder of mail,
the fetcher of newspapers
and the hair in your sandwich.

I am also the snorer at night
and the anonymous fart.
But don't worry, I'm not the biscuits in the jar.
You are still the biscuits in the jar.
You will always be the biscuits in the jar.
Not to mention the water in my bowl
and somehow, my mentor on our morning walks

Hobie Dawg