Ode To the Beast
One eye of burnished brown
The other of glowing yellow
Coat the color of loamy ground
An imposing, fearsome fellow
Peers about and leaves no doubt
Those orbs so fiercely feral
That to try to pet, one might regret
Best be done at one’s own peril
Muzzle abounding with teeth so white
Sharp claws clicking upon the stones
Jaws and claws and gaping maw
Designed each and all for crushing bones
God only knows what that cold wet nose
Can sense, scent and conjure up…
For now tho’ at least, he’s a tiny beast
Na’ more than a warm, wriggly,
Wee pup
Copyright © David O'Haolin Whalen | Year Posted 2015
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