Oscar, Cricket And The Other Two (Poetry)

 Note About The Piece Below: This is about an encounter I had earlier in the year I believe. It was sitting in my notes on my phone waiting to be finished and it was a moment that gave me more perspective (which you'll see in the poem). After going through my notes, I finished editing what I had and did my best to complete it. I thought it worth sharing just because of the different responses of each dog and how they mirror our different responses to life at times. May this be a blessing to someone.


Oscar, Cricket And The Other Two


Oscar, Cricket and the other two, 

three lives with which I don't know what to do. 

Oscar, Cricket and the other two,

the old man, 

little lady, 

and two wanderers there;

ones that approached me lately.

Whose stories I can't help but share. 


Oscar, Cricket and the other two,

stories I can't ignore,

but don't know enough with what to do. 


Thinking, 

wondering, 

why they stand out to me, 

something that is not that plain to see. 


Oscar, Cricket and the other two,

thinking on the reactions as I travel through. 

Waiting, 

standing,

in expectation, 

then the knock at the door and I see something more,

Oscar "speaking" plainly, 

humorously and it's amusing to see, 

Oscar acting like you and me. 


Running jumping,

one then two,

appendages put up to someone like me or you. 

Joy is seen,

seen in this little life, 

this little lady named Cricket. 

Even on a cloudy day,

running to greet me in her own little way. 

Happy clearly this I see,

in this little girl before me, 

reaching to say "Hello or Howdy.".

Happy little life that's welcome, 

little Cricket having joy with it. 


One and two they run to me, 

wondering when I'm supposed to see. 

Where they came from where they'd go, 

this I simply do not know, 

still they run on rainy day,

run to embrace life in a surprising way. 


Maybe they have a home or two,

these other ones I never knew. 

Still I question where they're from, 

and what happened to the nose of one. 

These wanderers that mean no harm, 

but simply want to live free.


Oscar, Cricket and the other two,

the old the young and the curious two,

stray dogs I never knew the stories to. 


Still their stories are shared with me,

these different dogs totalling three,

to remember even on rainy days,

we can find joy even then. 


Considering this strange time when,

three dogs approached me on that day

a moment that would stop and stay,

thinking this is the reason why,

I can't shake the meeting then,

of these three dogs and their stories then,

how much it impacts me now and then.

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