Today at http://www.ethicalela.com, Linda is our host for The Open Write. She inspires us to write Clunker Exchange Poems, intentionally exchanging a line (I chose into another world to use in my poem and offer all of my lines as clunkers today). You can read her full prompt here.
Sunday Morning Scrambled
all hell breaks loose
here on this peaceful
Sunday morning as I
sip coffee, write
a clunker exchange ~
sudden frantic barking
of my three vicious
Schnoodles bounces
and echoes through
the house as they
slo-mo scramble
from window to window
no-traction toenails
on the rugless wood
floors, looking like
Saturday morning
Flintstone cartoon
pets running for all
they’re worth but
going nowhere fast
when I look out and see
mama D-E-E-R
(no need to spell it
now – besides, our one
speller alerts the
other two anyway)
streaking into the woods
her two spotteds
stumbling along behind
her, pausing at the edge
to look back at this
house of horrors
where hell hath unleashed
its fury on this holy morning
then disappear
into another world
with dangers all its own
far from here (here~
where I want to exchange
all the clunked-up lines
for world peace
on the Funny Farm)
Common Threads 
Kim – I love this whole poem and the whole vicious schnoodle chase. I can hear them – especially the “no-traction toenails.” Yep, that bring me back to my Fox Terrier days when my Sniffy would leap from window to window in frantic chase to check out a wayward squirrel. I think Sniffy was jealous of the squirrel’s audacious freedom!
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Joanne, I love Fox Terriers, especially Queenie in Truman Capote’s Christmas Memory, waiting at the bottom of the tree for her Christmas treat. What a blessing are our dogs!
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