Lynn Elaine Fuller Poet Concrete

Call of the Wild

Being as wild as wild comes,
             he came and Tucked his
             weary head INTO MY BED!
             My, what fun we had.  

              with his popsicle, 
              we ate ravenously.
              was it real or was it in fun?
              I had, yet to find out!

              What would he do 
              if he only knew,
              what his love meant?
              True or False, we felt!

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