Well, here I am about to start a law weblog or “laweblog,” and just to get it off the ground, in the spirit of late March and the imminent approach of Spring, I offer this original poem I wrote some time ago, about a dog I once knew named Travis:
TRAVIS FROM HIS FUNK
When the morning breaks, and sunshine fills his eyes,
Confusion grips him in a vise:
Travis wakes.
What unseen sights lie ahead?
He wags his tail and wonders;
He trumpets forth a fearless yelp
As down the stairs he stumbles
–serves him right, the silly whelp
(his Mistress softly mumbles)
Dogs hear things that humans don’t:
A whistle, ghost, or hind;
But Travis hears the Song of Spring,
And he replies in kind.
Travis rises with the sun
And dances all day long;
He celebrates his happy youth
And barks a springtime song
–his mistress scarcely knows the truth
(she thinks his brain’s gone wrong)
Forward joyful Travis!
Incapable of being taught
That one’s own shadow can’t be caught,
His springtime folly brings to mind
Remembrance of a long-lost time:
Locked inside an attic trunk,
The relics of my youthful springs
Gather dust until March brings
Travis from his Funk.