It was a hot summer and I was fourteen
I babysat pets; some were mild, some were mean
Throughout May and June, dogs much larger than I
And sweet, precious furballs helped the time to fly
It was mid-July, before I even knew
That my life would change in a minute or two
You see, I love pets, as long as blessed with fur
When asked to watch “Iggy,” I was quite unsure.
The knock at the door from his owner sparked fear
I pictured a lizard larger than a mirror
His owner had to travel for just two days
And asked if I’d treat Iggy to my kind ways
My only tasks were to turn on Iggy’s light
Feed him his canned veggies; give him dark at night
Reluctantly, I said I would take the chore
I called myself crazy, as I shut the door.
Come Saturday morning, with house key in hand
I visited Iggy, just as had been planned
I walked through the door towards the tank in the hall
When I realized Iggy was still rather small
I gave him his light and his vegetables, too
And, before I realized, the weekend was through
His owner was happy and a lesson was learned –
Watching Iggy was easy, as was the cash earned!
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
Houston's 1560 The Game
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :D
great write Jill...
John
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.