Weasel

There lives a puppy named Weasel She's almost big as a diesel Artists paint her on their easel She can be found digging up bones Her heart is as wild as a deer She's amazing - she's without fear Her hair grows in spite of the shear She eats so she may get gallstones Her mind is stirred up by the cats At night, she'll chase after the bats I once caught her chasing the rats She is spayed but still has hormones Her time is spent near the river Sometimes, she eats things like liver Her soul is kind - she's a giver On the web, she uses our phones Her joy is found in hues of pink She'll pick that one without a blink If you pet her, she'll give a stink Living with her gives me love tones Her light falls soft on any heart She's lovable, warm and so smart Yet, she may smile, look up and fart When she visits vets she gets cones Her life has been one filled with hope Mind, soul and spirit, she can cope She is happy - won't ever mope I promise, my heart, Weasel owns Tall Tales 2 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Jeff Kyser April 6, 2022