Sunday, September 27, 2009

Poetry from a Pup

This weekend, while I was slicing up the roasted lamb, the pup waited very patiently for her share, and with good reason. My daughter, 8, wrote this from the point of view of the pup.



The knife slices through the juicy meat,
the dark red liquid oozing

down,

down,

down,

until it reaches my quivering black nose.

I lap it up

quickly

and lie in wait

for my next treat.

*


6 comments:

Bish Denham said...

Excellent! And the pub looks very attentive.

Vijaya said...

I wish I'd had a picture of the pup in the kitchen, but it's exactly the same pose ... manna from heaven!

Angela said...

wow Vajaya - your daughter it talented! Love ur puppy --- he does look like he's using every ounce of self control not to beg. I want to push some food to him through the computer!

Vijaya said...

Aw, thanks, Angela. Both the kid and the pup will be jubilant with a piece of meat :)

Angela said...

Wow, that's a great poem! Your daughter has talent! And what a cute pooch...

Vijaya said...

Thank you :)