To Ziggy

 

North wind,

snowy lodge,

I was singing.

 

Frozen river,

ice-encrusted riverbank,

found me clinging.

 

Called to my dog,

come, come to me,

pulled me out, one, two, three.

 

I gave him a hug and a bone,

carefully, slowly,

we walked home.

 

Reviews

[Marina]

I love this poem.
It puts a picture in your head.

This really good.
AND IT RHYMES!

I love it.

-Rina