Monday, July 19, 2010

Nicky


My small dog waits in the grass
for me to hurry up.
He needs to keep me in sight,
and that's hard on a pup.

He likes to chase things that move
and sometimes things that don't.
Most things I want him to do,
well, you can guess--he won't.

And yet I love him dearly,
he needs me more than most;
'cause if he didn't have me,
he likely would be toast.

© Julianne Carlile

2010

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