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The soulful plea of mange puss
mews for tickles, prawn tails.
A waste bin of delight
feeds brown eyes,
fat dog eats chicken
lickity lipped, wagged.
String led, old dog eats rice.
The bbq's boys smile,
mango bright, asks,
"I cook for you today?"
There are always new friends.
Most four legged.
All fickle.
No shade today,
dogs dig holes
to sleep in.
<Deleted User> (6895)
Mon 17th Oct 2011 19:09
really nice poem Stella
coloured cleverly with simplicity.
best regards.x
Hi Stella...I love the way you scribe your thoughts,a beautiful energy portrayed.
Marc x
Philipos
Thu 29th Sep 2011 16:05
Charming cameo this Stella with lots of images to raise a familiar smile - liked especially the 'fickle four-legged friends' but left to wonder at the wider implications of the scene.
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Nick Coleman
Mon 17th Oct 2011 21:31
Nice picture. liked espec the last three lines which jolted me to see it as more than just that, - this old dog shamed to say, x