Photo Haiku

Tag: Dog

  • Dog?

    Silently watching
    Over wild Atlantic swells.
    This dog is my rock.

    Or maybe, ‘this rock is my dog’. I spotted this when walking back from Hawker’s Hut and I saw a dog, complete with ear. Since then I have googled and I cannot find any mention of it as a dog rock, or lion rock. I can’t be the only one to have noticed? Or maybe my googling skills are lacking. Actually, it could be that flying lion thing from Neverending Story. Anyway, whatever, it is today’s post.

  • Wistful

    I can see the deer
    But why can’t I play with them?
    Maybe one day soon?

    The words will seem more relevant when I explain. Some people (not poor people) are lucky enough to have gardens, and gates, that back on to Wollaton Park. Which is where there are two herds of deer. Thst is where I found this guy, peering wisfully through his fence looking for friends.