Maggie’s Sonnet

Posted on 2016/08/29 by Bartholomew Barker

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Dark silk fur flows
’round her soft body,
perfectly curled
for lapdog duty

but fumble the leash
and she’s a black flash,
low to the ground
like a chubby hovercraft.

I run in futile chase
fueled by dual fears
of distracted automobiles
and short-tempered gun-nuts.

Maggie runs, knowing only the joys
of freedom and speed.

 

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4 Responses to Maggie’s Sonnet

  1. Little Monster Girl says:
    2016/09/22 at 21:16

    Maggie is a good dog! 😄 great poem!

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  2. okkaaussieabroad says:
    2016/11/13 at 20:40

    lol “and short-tempered gun-nuts” great iambic pentameter especially for a poem about a dog. very clever!

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