Hershey Writes Haiku at 2 a.m.


(The results of an over-stimulated brain colliding with physical exhaustion. Embracing my weirdness.)


More than a cute face.

Poetic paw. Doggy thoughts.

Renaissance Canine.


Puddle on the floor.
Why must you always assume
It belongs to me?


Spinning round and round.
Illusive but enticing.
Chasing my own tail


Running and sliding
No traction. Hitting the wall.
I hate wooden floors.


Orange smiles. Cheesey.

They treat me when I potty.
My goldfish crackers.


Grey cat on my porch.
The bane of my existence.
Storm door keeps me in.

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