Kona Bear
Knowing browns of molten Tiger’s Eye give me a loving look
One ear cocked, and the other is always half-flopped just so
Now and then, her exuberance forgets she’s a large Alsatian
as she snuggles for cuddles as a wiggly fur ball named Kona…
Bearing colors of her timber wolf kin, she is more like a lamb
Eagerly, she’ll swim to fetch a stick, which she’ll then go hide
away in the thick bramble she will scramble while I yell whoa!
Returning home, she’ll lick my toes till I’m filled with laughter...
(12/11/2019 For my favorite animal contest)
Copyright © Susan Woodrow | Year Posted 2019
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