Two paws digging, dirt flying everywhere..
A desire to dig a deep hole, was priority to prepare..
Finally! A hole deep enough to bury a bone..
A little while later she came back to find a stone..
Her pointy ears drooped down, her fluffy tail stopped wagging..
Then she over heard the dog next door joyfully bragging..
About the joy's of finding a juicy bone..
And how he felt so grateful that he replaced it with a stone..
Just when she thought she dug a deep enough hole..
Next time round she will probably just leave it in her bowl..
- Author: AlitaOpal ( Offline)
- Published: December 17th, 2019 20:09
- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is dedicated to my Siberian Husky named Maya. Digging holes is truly her favourite thing to do..
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 37
Comments3
Few poems make me smile. This one did. 🙂
JP thank you for taking the time to read 🎈
Love this made me smile.
I'm glad it did 🌹
This is why men let women do all the work, then take the credit. I'm coming back as a dog living next door to a bitch. (A bitch being a female dog, not actually the bitch next door. lol.)
Hahahaha! Paul you truly do make me laugh 😉 thanks for taking the time to read and for your wonderful feedback.. I live to laugh as well as cry... Peace and love to you 🌹🙏
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