Floyd

Floyd

 

Floyd is my family’s dog. He’s a bundle of joy, as most dogs are, but he’s also a gangly mess, a drama queen and a completely incompetent hunter with a taste for his own poo. He likes to think he’s threatening and will gladly bark at the postman from behind the safety of the front door but out in the field he is suddenly faced with his own uselessness. It’s quite sad.

Floyd

With legs like undone shoelaces
He races
Outpaces his owner
And crosses the park

He stops, his nose points like an arrow
Eyes narrow
A sparrow has landed!
But Floyd doesn’t bark

He takes baby steps and he’s glaring
Still staring
Preparing to pounce
And to violently kill

For all of his stealth, the bird hears
Disappears
Floyd’s fears are reality
No longer still

He gives up the chase and he grumbles
Then stumbles
Floyd fumbles his footing
And falls to the grass

His owner is calling, Floyd snoozes
Refuses
And chooses to lie
Til the tantrum has passed

In this recreation Floyd appears as himself, a crow plays the sparrow, and Judi Dench stars as the grass

In this recreation Floyd appears as himself, a crow plays the sparrow, and Judi Dench stars as the grass

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