Digging a hole


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 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


  • John Prophet

    Few poems make me smile. This one did. 🙂

    • AlitaOpal

      JP thank you for taking the time to read 🎈

    • heatherbee

      Love this made me smile.

      • AlitaOpal

        I'm glad it did 🌹

      • Paul Bell

        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.)

        • AlitaOpal

          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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