The World According to Bella

Bella, a poet. Well I never thought of myself as being a poet. I leave that up to Mrs. S but after hearing the poems in this book I think I can make up one or two myself.  I 'm ready to use verse to show my inner feelings like the dogs who wrote poems in the book. I guess they must have wanted to let humans know how they feel,why they do dumb stuff and how they see the world as they do.  

I have been waiting two months for this book.. Mrs. S ordered it for me in June. Everyday Mr. C walks me down the road to the mailbox but there is never anything for me until today. 

It was hot outside and since I really like my AC  Mrs. S and I sat inside. She read me a few poems. I liked this one because I do not like to be left alone either. It can be really boring and much too quiet waiting for their return.

Time

Where did you go?

Where have you been?

Do you know how long you've been gone?!

Three hours

Or fifteen minutes

Or six months

The point is

I've been waiting at that door

For eighteen straight years

And every one of those twelve seconds killed me 

Mrs. S liked this one and it made her laugh

Where Are You

I was worried

I was so scared

I thought I had lost you

And the life that we both shared

I searched through the entire house

From the basement to the attic

The living, dining, and bedrooms

Even the trash cans, because I was frantic

Up and down the staircase

Back and forth across the halls

In and out through every door

Louder and louder were my calls

I had given up every hope

I had given in to despair

I had given the bad news to the pet cat

Who gave me a look before re-licking her hair

But just when all seemed lost, I found you

And it gave my heart a rush

To see you sitting-startled, but alive and well

So if you don't mind, 

I'll just stay here until you flush

poems from the book I Could Chew on This and other poems by dogs

by Francesco Marcioliano

Mrs. S has told me 

even though I found it warm

I should be out the door

playing and running all about. 

I've been told
large amounts of AC  

have been known

to give one  

a little chill or two.

My hole has gotten deeper 

as I snuggled in against the dirt 

but all I really wish 

is to remain inside
I need that dose of AC
each and every day.

I thought about the poem 

I could write for you today

But really when I could take a nap 

I ask you wouldn't that
just be a whole lot better?

Writing poems is all new for me. I could use some help along the way to make a line or two rhyme in a more perfect way. 
Suggestions welcome!

Love, Bella