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I raise my snout to sniff the sweet air. I seek his familiar smell, his rough hand on my coat, his call to hunt. We ran together after the deer through the heather bound trail. He weaved as I flew bracken high with every bound, his loyal hound.


I recall the heat of running with my lord, the sweat dripping from my coat, as we fell together in the chill of the hill. We rolled in the peat, as I wrapped around him, his faithful hound.


He left me with no command to stay, with no mention of return. I pined for his voice, his touch, the thrill of his reaching for his coat, his hat, his gun.


He was gone so long, I lost heart and found a mate. We made a lair, a life, and pups.


I never lost hope, but my speed left me with age, as my pups grew strong and fast.


Then the day his smell returned to me, my heart leaped, I jumped to my feet.


He was swimming across the loch to the home he left. Naked, he stood tall on the shore of his island, looking for me. I howled as though my lungs would expel with my cry.


But he was unknown to those who were mine, and they killed what my life was for.


I ran but they were on him before I could reach there, and they scattered blooded. I licked his wounds, but he lay like the deer on the hill, open and defiled. My cry was heard through the glen to the sea.


They came and killed what killed what was mine, and they carried him away and the dark arrived in my heart to my soul.


Then they dug a hole and put him there, leaving a mound that would become my lair.


But while I couldn’t reach him in the earth I would wander the hill to find him in death.


So I run, across the glens, the hills, through the machair and the peat, looking for him, to hear his call, and I can never rest until I do.


Tom O. Keenan

March 2022


We were young then


We were young then, when the bright light of our soul lit the way

We were young then, when the night was brighter than the day

We were young then, when our dreams outshone our fears

We were young then, when our laughs were longer than our tears

We were young then, when our lives were new, our hopes on song

We were young then, when memory was short and life was long


The Oystercatcher and the Eagle


To be by the sea, gay galore, like the oystercatcher on the shore

Picking, dancing, taking to the sky; it’s such a thrill, I could cry

To be on the hill and hear the shrill, the cry of an eagle in flight

Soaring, diving, gliding so high; it’s such a sight, it makes me sigh.


The sea talks


The sea talks, listen, hear it.

It whispers, it shushes,

Go on in, it pulls and it pushes

It cries and sighs, it lives and dies

It lifts and falls, it beckons and calls

It washes and wishes and caresses and kisses


Unleash your soul


Fill your mind with beauty, let your thoughts go free

Follow your dreams, vigorously

Find a place within you, where your love should be

Give it others, vicariously

Stop the self-deprecating, you don’t need to agree

Unleash your soul, blissfully


The warmth of the night


The warmth of the night follows the coldness of the day

The tender moon moves the clouds away

The hustle and bustle of the city throng

Gives way to the night ‘s sweet song

The shrieking starlings, the squawking gulls

Are no match for the wise owl’s calls

The constant chatter, the shouts and cries

Are softer now, in evening lullabies

A harsh word, a piercing rebuke

Are but an echo of a mellowed look

The push and pull in mindless race

Are all but now a warm embrace


Tom O. Keenan Jan 2022



If you pick your nose all the time, why doesn’t your head cave in?

If god made man in his image, why do we look like monkeys?

If there are no pockets on a shroud, where do you put your glasses?

If Jesus was born on Christmas day, when does he have his birthday party?

If a dog is a man’s best friend, why does he fetch his slippers?

A little bird told me, you’re so tweet.

A nod is as good as a wink to a blind eye.

If this is a no-brainer, what is a yes-brainer?

How does a pig get in a poke?

Is your brush as daft as you?

If you are as fit as a fiddle, are you as fat as a faddle?

If there's method in madness, don’t try badness.

If the tail wags the dog, what does the dog wag?

If the law is an ass, you are a donkey.

If the floozie is in the jacuzzi, don’t be so choosy.

If the elephant is in the room, there’s no room.

If the early bird catches the worm, does the late worm catch the bird.

If the customer is always right, the shopkeeper goes bankrupt.

If it is straight from the horse's mouth, don’t eat it.

If you paint the town red, why are people so blue?

If you get money for old rope, what do you get for old dope?

If you have had many happy returns, do you read funny library books?

Why are your arms only long enough to wipe your bum?


Tom O. Keenan, Jan 2022

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