Dog is crashed beneath my feet
but of course, that’s only
after a long walk,
a nice fat meal
some whining
and then
plop
Poetry Month Day 22: Pooped pup
Dog is crashed beneath my feet
but of course, that’s only
after a long walk,
a nice fat meal
some whining
and then
plop
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Awww “dog crashed” – so relatable! I have a flopped black lab next to me right now. Your pup looks so content.
Awww! It’s a dog’s life indeed. So cute.
I hit enter too soon. I also wanted to say I like how you crafted this, winding in down syllabically so there the reader is right there with that final *plop*.
Thanks! Which is pretty much what she does – run and run and run until she just plops down wherever her body is, usually over someone’s feet!