The Dog ParkA Poem by Amelia Wothe
I've never felt the need to write poetry about my dogs
Never thought I could capture the will-o-wisps on paper Or paint the long lines of graceful muzzles in words The light trot of their tiny, fragile feet Passing easily over what would cut my soles The playful puff of curled tails shimmying in the breeze Black nose, deep eyes, and a warm pink tongue That only comes out on the left because he's missing teeth Or her butterfly wing ears perched on her crown That will never carry her away because one flops over I never thought to put these small joys down Or laude soft midnight snores and twitching legs And white bellies revealed for rubbing But now we're at the dog park and as they frolic I feel like the dirt Messy and exposed from so many pounding paws Sloppy and punished from the recent rain And generally a little gross from just being dirt Yet still holding onto green patches of grass Even some beds of clover just blooming in white tufts And supporting little furry pups as they stroll over To just check in, say hi, get a few pets Before sniffing their way back into the fray © 2016 Amelia Wothe |
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Added on May 7, 2016 Last Updated on May 7, 2016 AuthorAmelia WotheAboutI am an avid reader from a family of avid writers. My Nonna is a poet and she started me writing poetry when I was just a little girl and I truly love it. However, I've never been confident sharing my.. more..Writing
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