Ulysses The Scribe

Thanks for the photo Victor Grabarczyk on Unsplash

The name’s Ulysses. I don’t live in Ithaca.

No, I am not being cute; you don’t look bright.

See, I have four legs and I write.

The bone got finished last night (shrug)

Household’s on a budget-times are tight.

You know. Right?

In times like these, I help myself to a pen

And get me a little shade from the rain

To scratch out my memoirs

Which I later secrete under the stairs.

There’s no saying what humans will do

When they know a dog can write a thing or two.