Today’s poem is by Altivo Overo, which uses the alliterative poetic structure of early Anglo-Saxon bards, and is read for you by Crimson Ruari, the mountain smith.
Transcripts
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You’re listening to The Voice of Dog.
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Today’s poem is by Altivo
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Overo, which uses the alliterative poetic structure of early Anglo-Saxon bards,
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and is read for you
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by Crimson Ruari,
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the mountain smith. Please enjoy “Procyon Prowling”, a poem by Altivo Overo
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In silence she slinks through the silver-dewed garden,
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Wandering walkways,
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wishing for sustenance.
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Her three ring-tailed children thirst in the home den
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For this matron of many,
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a milk-bearing clan queen.
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Soon will she show them, in single file leading, Walking through woodland to where there is food
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And water for washing as will be required
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To live on their own in lonely repose.
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But now has she need of nourishing foodstuff Herself, before comes here the herald of dawn.
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Black eyes like buttons, buried in face mask,
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Search not so well for her sight is too poor.
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All growing around her too green are the berries,
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The sweet roots not ripened nor succulent yet.
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Thus takes she her tread to the tall-hanging feeder
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For birds it’s intended but better than none.
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Alas! Though long-reaching and laboring efforts She makes, it gains nothing.
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A mumble, a hiss,
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And she turns to the trash cans,
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a top that is loose.
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She knows it so well as she nears it again.
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Brief clatter. She’s in.
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A complaint from a dog Afar wills it otherwise but wonder, none comes To break up her feasting in bones and waste matter
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Abandoned and left to best care for her now.
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The brood that is waiting will be cared for also No dearth of dark faces to delve in the night.
