November Whimper

A poem about puppies.

 

November Whimper

A tiny whimper I

 Heard from under my bed.

No one said Prissy

Was pregnant with puppies!

Even though a few of them

Were dead, four of them lived.

 

Mom’s temper calmed down when

 She heard them softly whimper.

It was a chilly early November,

So we had to keep the puppies warm.

We kept them in the laundry room

With a space heater warming them.

 

All the time they whimpered

 Loudly for more and more food.

We had to hand feed

 Them milk with a bottle.

Prissy’s temperament for

 Being maternal was lacking.

 

Even before their new owner’s

 Came they still whimpered.

I whimpered myself, incessantly

Until one whimpering puppy

Got to permanently call me

Mom until I went to college.

 

 

Reviews

[Michael of Gilead]

Cute and fun, a good one :)

[deeps]

This is so amazing!
I like this, the emotions are so well expressed.
This is also very well written.