She sits in her kennel,
Small, dark and dungy tunnel,
while her master who in his mansion,
In comforts and fashion,
Unmindful of her presence.
Yet she is happy,
As he calls her pinky,
Bouncing ,licking ,wagging to her heart content,
After all she is his moment’s joy.
She has no grievances of her home,
Or her lovely three puppies,
For in that small kennel she lives,
Confined yet contented!
Still, at times she sees other strays,
Envy their freedom with a heavy sigh!
Yet she jumps high,
At the slightest sound from her master,
For she is favorite guard and pet dog!
A contest entry
- Poems About Pets by psychiatrists dream.
450 points, ended December 10, 2007, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
thank you for giving this wonderful opportunity.
Comments
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oh this is adorable i love dogs
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SO Sweet...May be Pinky is thinking this right now...
Good write.....
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aww Pinky would be proud to have this poem written about her thanks for entering and good luck!!
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Pinky sounds delightful;D
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