The earth is in bad shape in 3000 A.D. People are living in tent cities without running water. The agency has sent dogs to the moon as the last hope in research. The poetry collection reveals the lift-off, work on the moon and safe return of the heroic canines!
Dogs on the Moon
Sometimes it is dark up there;
Dogs whimper with moist eyes,
Waiting and wondering…
Begging for sunny skies.
Surrounding an American flag;
With paw prints on hold.
The familiar dog park,
Was bought and sold.
So the agency sent them;
To begin dog colonies,
Moon doggies, just moon doggies.
Life just came and went.
It is cold up there;
Dogs shiver with frosty paws,
Hiding in Bullmastiff shadows.
Wishing for hot dogs,
A meaty scent in the air.
Yawning, frustrated and complicated;
Can a dog just have his own bed?
The moon is highly regulated,
Kind of does what God says.
Sometimes it is dark up there;
Dogs whimper with moist eyes,
Waiting and wondering…
Rufus the Rottweiler
Rufus the Rottweiler asked,
“Are there cheeseburgers on the moon?”
Salivating for any old slider,
Like chipmunks, jaws packed;
Full of meaty and juicy memories.
Paws, now ready for orbit,
Rufus gave a farewell kiss to the dogs—
High fives with exalted tails,
Just to get a glimpse,
Of a moon crammed with warm dogs.
Rufus the Rottweiler asked,
“Are there pizza pies up there?”
As his tasty tongue,
Kissed and smacked rural lips.
Dogs, now confused,
Wearing oxygen masks.
So the journey began;
Rufus just slept on a bean bag chair,
Checkerboard and square.
A dog mat at most.
Now looking down from Heaven,
God prayed and His love was shared.
