by Don Matley
I welcomed you in my home
I gave you love, food and shelter
We became so intimate
When you ran, I ran
When you walked, I walked
You led me down the garden path
Your body against mine so warm
Your hurried breath so soft in my ear
As we snuggled on the sofa bed.
I reached out to stroke your lovely hair
Then you turned and bit the hand that fed you
But I don't blame you
After all, you're just a pup!
Posted on 10/26/2007
Copyright © 2019 Don Matley
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 10/26/07 at 04:43 PM|
haha one wonders all the way through, such a lovely walk -- and the end makes it all clear--hee hee or does it? what young "pup" might have done that...? (giggle)
|Posted by Paganini Jones on 10/30/07 at 10:26 PM|
Ah, you were truly led down the garden path. Maybe you should bite back??
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/13/08 at 04:09 AM|
Oh, those pups! I hear chew toys are a good thing. ;)