Raining Dogs
Well that’s something new I said with a twist.
A lopsided pile of dogs that went past my wrist.
They are still coming down! Watch out said boy Pete.
I looked to the sky, and was bombarded by feet.
Paws, tails, wiggles, and slurping tongues from the sky.
I could not stop looking as dogs came down – me oh my!
How is this happening? I asked as a collie went floating by.
A boxer and bulldog breathed in my hair and gave me a sigh.
A cocker spaniel breezed down, with sore red eyes.
I was surprised by a mastiff, who was giant size.
A cairn terrier was the next to land with a lurch.
I knew now that God had heard my prayer in church.
I had asked for a dog, so this had to be assign.
I turned to my mother and asked “Which dog is mine?”
She was horrified, and stopped devouring her bread made with leaven.
Wishing she had never told me I would have to ask heaven.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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