Sonnet for the Sophie DogA Poem by mattavelliThere was never a squirrel hound with more skill, But her talent has gone unused for years. She pouts at the window, sad eyes with tears, Watching the tree-rats and wanting to kill. I’d love to let her, but still never will. To have her diseased is one of my fears. So I try to get her mind to switch gears, But soon she’s back with her paws on the sill. Though I can’t help that the world does tease her With excitement and delicious pleasure, I do my best to give her some relief. So I grab the bacon from the freezer And tempt her with this odorous treasure, Which she snatches like a tail-wagging thief.
© 2008 mattavelliAuthor's Note
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19 Reviews Added on February 5, 2008 Last Updated on October 28, 2008 AuthormattavelliTaizhou, Jiangsu, ChinaAboutHello, I write poems. I realize that the reviews I write are simple and unhelpful at times. I'm no good at it. I've run out of ways to say That's Pretty, but if I think it is, I'll write somethin.. more..Writing
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