Retrieving
Halfway through shampooing the dog, it came....
A new idea for a poem.
I tried to scribble it on to the floor with a soapy finger
No one else to tell, except the dog...
He just looked bewildered, and shook his body violently
Splashing water everywhere, erasing my verse....
Quinching that wonderful lightbulb moment.
It was as if it had vanished into thin air
Gone forever.......never to be retrived.....
I asked my dog if he remembered any of what I had said
He just shook himself again, and I let him free...
My retriever ran off, like the words of my poem....
Free at last...free at last....
Retrieving a poem...or a wet retriever....isn't easy....
Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2009
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