Puppy Dogs and Meadows
There he goes again dashing against the tall strands of grass
There he goes leaping and bouncing like a superinflated basketball
That’s my dog Sunny all full of energy and life
Never wanting to miss a dull moment in the meadow of my back yard
Chasing squirrels and birds and pretending he is a monkey himself
“What would it take to get to the top of that tree?” he would think to himself
Then he would sit for two hours trying to figure it out
Like a mastermind of dog climbing maneuvers he would sit and ponder
Up until I would call him back to the house at the sound of thunder
Then like a lil thunderbolt he would dash back in the door
Two hours later he would go and stand at the back door
Wanting to relive the last experience all over again
Gwendolen Rix
10-6-14
Copyright © Gwendolen Song | Year Posted 2014
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