The Puppy

 

The Puppy

 

With bright eyes,

Prancing up to you,

A small bark,

Then the eyes take effect.

 

So deeply loving,

Persuasive,

Caring,

His eyes stare up at you.

There’s no resisting once his eyes turn like this.

He sits and pouts.

Raises a paw.

 

You sit for less than a minute.

He looks so cute,

You can’t say no,

Not now.

 

You get up,

Relinquishing your stubbornness,

To go play fetch.

 

He has won this time.

 

 

Reviews

[Justin Tobey]

Very cute! (I mean the puppy, not the poem. It's annoying when people say something you're doing is "cute." : )

Like Debileah said, this reminded of all those moments with my dog. You did a great job invoking those feelings without going into a lot of detail. Great write!

[Deborah Leah Krempa]

This is just so cute, makes me recall my dog's puppy days, though he still has his playful moments. Nice poem. Thank you for sharing. Debileah

[Tony]

Again, you have created a bright picture with just a few words! I am reminded of a dozen different puppies I know. Thank you.