Written for: Imaginary Gardens With Real Toads – The Tuesday Platform
There is one rule for The Tuesday Platform: SHARE.
Share a poem with us.
Share some time reading poems this week.
Share your thoughts when moved to do so.
I could not stop looking at those baby animal pictures!
I started thinking about the first time I saw one of my
adopted dogs. Here is her story:
Ten puppies in a pen,
wish I could have all of them.
I spot a barrel-shaped pup,
gold and gray. I pick her up.
A squirming ball of fluff
wriggles against my chest, enough
to make me fall in love with her,
those golden lashes and champagne fur.
Rescued from an old junkyard,
she was seven weeks old–life was hard.
Her black nose had a tiny slit
injured by heavy equipment.
Vet was afraid, how would she breathe?
I knew she’d make it, she would succeed.
My little barrel is now ten,
with a younger brother–her best friend.