Ode To The Beast

A poem for dog lovers

One eye of burnished brown
The other of glowing yellow
Coat the color of loamy ground
An imposing, fearsome fellow

Peers about and leaves no doubt
Those orbs so fiercely feral
That to try to pet, one might regret
Best be done at one’s own peril

Muzzle abounding with teeth so white
Sharp claws clicking upon the stones
Jaws and claws and gaping maw
Designed each and all for crushing bones

God only knows what that cold wet nose
Can sense, scent and conjure up…
For now tho’ at least, he’s a tiny beast
Na’ more than a warm, wriggly,
Wee pup

Author's Note

Dogs! Ya' gotta luv em!!

Reviews

[Nadia Gerassimenko]

Ahahaha...joke's on me! How that escalated from a beast to a cute puppy. But who knows, some do grow to be beastly and wild and untamed! One must be careful. I liked this, it was unexpected.

[Marie]

Oh, this is quite a twise. I was seeing a real monster, and ended up ready to pet a warm puppy...