My Canine's Teeth Are Nothing Like The Shark's

by Pam Green , © 7/14/2023

(sonnet 130)

My Canines' teeth are nothing like the shark's
Thor's thunder doth sound louder than their barks

if hairs be wires, yet wires be not shed
upon my floor, my sofa, and my bed.

black as midnight, stormcloud grey, or golden wheat,
coat color similes are but a crude conceit

eyes be not amber fossiled from a tree,
but yet a canine soul that gazeth back at me.

I grant when birds do fly, they me astound.
My canines when they move tread on the ground

yet my dogs' virtues, when I think upon it,
exceed what any Bard describes in sonnet.