Tuesday, 18 February 2020

The Inevitable Puppy Poem



On a puppy’s sleepy
spotted tummy
the sun connects her dots.
Her back legs tricycle.
Her pink snout-
of-a-velvet church
beads with milk;
a muffle; an eye
swims under its lid
as her brother’s tongue
takes her ear up
like a flower petal.

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