Maggie’s Sonnet

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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. Maggie is a good dog! 😄 great poem!

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

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