A very personal poem about my dog, "Robin,"a spaniel.
Nose to the grass,
head down,
like a thunderbolt
you run,
fur flying,
ears pricked up.
Object of pursuit
in your
possession,
you return
fur flying
ears
like kippers
in the
smoke shed
golden yellow -
ragged in the rain.
Tail wagging,
jaw slobbering,
you drop the ball.
At my feet a whirling
dervish -
yelps of pleasure
when I stroke you,
paws on hot coals,
that won’t be still.
Copyright Suzy Davies 04/16/2016. All Rights Reserved.
Little Z is a little person who feels lost and alone. Will he be able to focus and gain control to find his way and find the friends he wants to have? Read this short but very sweet story to find out what happens next.
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