Through the Crescent
They know the houses
where the dogs live.
Every day, pulling at
the leads to get to the collie's house,
the black lab's house;
the shepherd's house.
Later it's the Jack
Russel's house, the spaniel's, the Doberman's
and that little dog
behind the gate that barks unseen.
Pull, pull
bark, bark,
pull, pull,
bark, bark.
The third dog is blind
and deaf.
He doesn't care about
where they live
just what scents
they've left behind.
5 comments:
Congratulations on being featured poet .. Loved your take on the prompt
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I love this. It made me smile
aww lovely
How True! One never forgets the scent! Awesome poem!
Thank you, all
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