An Impulsive Stroll
Got lost when I took an impulsive stroll;
I’m a lovable black lab with a heart of gold.
Keen nose to hunt out the tiniest mole;
brave no doubt, to the breed I hold.
I’m a lovable black lab with a heart of gold,
with big clumsy feet and a gentle soul.
Brave no doubt, to the breed I hold;
full of ***** and constantly on the go.
With big clumsy feet and a gentle soul;
life guided by my keen sensitive nose.
Full of ***** and constantly on the go;
I spotted a lively grey squirrel and froze.
Life guided by my keen sensitive nose;
keen nose to hunt out the tiniest mole.
I spotted a lively grey squirrel and froze;
got lost when I took an impulsive stroll.
Copyright © 2012 By Caryl S. Muzzey
6/24/12
Third Place Winner ~ "Dog Gone Tales” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tanya Harrington
July 18, 2011
Copyright © Caryl Muzzey | Year Posted 2012
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