Posted in Dogs, Poetry, Prose

One of the Saddest Things

My bag of chips
empty has it become
pining away am I to my dog,
nothing being sadder, say I,
But he, just shook his head
as if to say
the sound and the sight
of an empty food dish
is indeed the epitome of sadness
having no equal
in this life as we know it….



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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