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:
Excellent! And the pub looks very attentive.
I wish I'd had a picture of the pup in the kitchen, but it's exactly the same pose ... manna from heaven!
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!
Aw, thanks, Angela. Both the kid and the pup will be jubilant with a piece of meat :)
Wow, that's a great poem! Your daughter has talent! And what a cute pooch...
Thank you :)
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