Ravin' ink - Prompt 02/08 - PETA Poem by emmajoygreenemmajoy green, England.His name was Slith, abbreviated from Slither! Why? When he was a puppy he use to run up and down the stone slabs to the rear garden and slither! The more I laughed he did it, bright that he was even then! Over the years, this mid size fella become my guardian and best friend. When we took on Madame he was ready for fun and games, but, she the madame she was - morbid miserable if paws got wet or she dropped a biscuit and had to eat if from the floor.. well, so disguested she'd be typically female for an entire day! But Slith was like a feral creature inasmuch, anything dropped from his dish or mouth would be chased around the floor! See, he laughed at himself and life.. any weather, any wee pain. Any canine visitors he'd welcome with a good sniff and smile.. so much so his eyes sparkled - even more! If a knock on front door showed a man, he would be snarled at until man would back away. Slith would take a paw's two, three steps forward until the stranger turned, and, tried not to run. But that dog was so friendly, if he'd been a man, he would have been awarded a plaque! In fact, a human friend said that if a burglar tried to get in, Slith would lick him to death until barked at by Madame! Outdoors we rarely met with other dogs but if one bounded toward us m' boy told him to go away in a rather impolite manner. Had him over a decade.. time took him poorly. I held him when he was helped to sleep. He's waiting for me, he misses that rest on my feet!
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1 Review Added on February 5, 2025 Last Updated on February 5, 2025 AuthoremmajoygreenDorchester, Dorset, United KingdomAboutGhibran, ' To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.' Am more a short story writer than poet. Inspiration welcome. A keen gardener. Love theatre, cinema, the Arts. .. more..Writing
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