Poetry by Lawrence Witt
The dog runs in
all teeth, a stick
his world is
what his mouth
allows,
the taste of things
held close
up to the eye
so sure what each
is, isn’t worth it.
Hasn’t got the faintest
at a hand for poker.
Doesn’t know
he found it
where we’ll spade
the lilacs in.
About the Poet
Lawrence is an English teacher in training, from Canterbury in the UK, with a degree in English Literature and Creative Writing. He has been writing poetry with varying degrees of intensity for the past eight years, and is now beginning to seek publication.
Vita Brevis Press. 
Enjoyed this insightful canine poem.
love this – sums up a dogs world…