Time plays tricks on us. At times it seems as if we just added Wraith (our adopted pup) to our lives, and then it often feels as if he's been part of the family forever...
With the virus raging he's a pleasant daily distraction. Walking, playing, training...
Intruder
Peaceful sleep ceased
At the sound of the beast
Whose steps drew ever near
Screams steadily build
Lungs readily filled
Petrified by fear
Can't turn and face
Bravado debased
Intruders intentions unclear
Nape of neck tightens
Warm breath frightens
Goosebumps appear
Foul as stinky cheese
Olfactory senses seize
The stench is severe
Hadn't they heard
Of toothbrush, the word
Hygiene rules to adhere
Forehead deeply furrows
Head on pillow burrows
From an eye I peer
Adopted pup licks
Dog common antics
Affection for him sincere
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
