Sarah Rose
Sarah Rose was born
In the glow from
A Strawberry Moon
A tiny pup, the only red,
In a family of browner hue.
Mischief in her eyes,
Prance in her step,
She turned down many,
Showed her backside to any
Human who came her way.
Then, on a Tuesday,
Dig'n-moles-and-voles Day,
A dark cloud appeared
As Archie Nemesis
Came too near.
He pulled her leg,
Widened her eyes,
Held open her jaw and looked inside.
So she bit him.
"Ouch!" yelled Archie.
"She's a bad pup!
She'll never learn to hunt.
I can tell... she's got too much spunk!"
Sarah Rose, with a dainty growl,
Prepared to nip him again.
But her attention was taken
By the aroma of bacon
Come'n from iron skillet,
Supper cook'n,
Deep in Dismal swamp.
Like a tiny flash of lightning
Sarah raced into the Dismal
Single minded, she headed right for Theo's porch.
With a yip, she jumped the window
But then was brought up short.
Someone had beat her to the bacon...
Sweet Enigma
Shell'n acorns.
"Howdy, Sarah Rose." Sweet said with secret smiles ...
(Theo, could you please fry up a couple cuts of fat back?)
"We've been wait'n here
For you
For quite a while.....
Welcome Home."
YOU ARE READING
Gregory
PoetryWelcome to the Poets Pub July 2019 contest. This month we are creating sidekicks. We would like to Congratulate our July contest winners: 1st Place @ifana8 2nd Place @naomimrshl 3rd Place @lyttlejoe Honorable Mentions @ImperfectPsychotic04 @most_bay