Riding Out the Thunder Storm
The poor little thing, he was just a’shivering
Scared right out of his wits I’d see him jolting
Bewildered, seeking strong arms to hold him tight
To make him feel a little safe and calm his fright
Though at times I’d feel earth’s sudden trembling
To me t’was but torrential rains with bolts of lightning
Everyone knows I’m deaf since birth just like my aunt
But my dear little dog didn’t buy my being nonchalant
He shivered violently with those pitiful large eyes
As viciously outside the storm continued to terrorize
I took my pooch into my loving arms, got warm
Curled up and together waited out the storm
Tried to appease his pounding heart
Confident was he we’d never be apart
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on February 14, 2018 for contest DESCRIBE A THUNDER STORM WITHOUT THE SENSE OF SOUND sponsored by BRENDA CHIRI - RANKED 3RD
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2018
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