Enjoy reading this kinda pink, humorous poetry just like a puppy’s tongue. I do hope it will please most dog and nature lovers too, as it is accompanied by square photos of pink roses we are lucky to enjoy in our garden.
“I hear children laughing in the yard today,
I hear puppy barking, I hear a horse’s neigh.
The chickens are peeping, “all is good!
“It’s a birthday party; we’ll get bits of food.”
And puppy’s tail wiggles;
He sees IT… It is loose!
It’s oval, it bounces, it floats away,
It’s pink like his tongue, it wants to play!”
“I’m coming!” barks pup and off he goes.
Down the hill the pink shape flows
And puppy follows suit. It’s just within his reach,
Just above his nose.
As pink as a rose, yet as light as snow,
While puppy’s paws drum on the ground below.
Floating shape and furry dog, they’re one with the day,
It’s summer, I hear a donkey bray, “let’s play!”
“I’ll catch you! Just wait!”
And puppy jumps once more.
“Whoosh!” blew the wind, just as pup’s mouth came near,
And up flew the pink ball, as fast as a spear.
While puppy lands with a loud “splash”
Right in the pond, in the green, slimy marsh.”
“A drippy, green form comes out.
Where is pup?
The green form just drips, his ears lay low,
He stands on his feet, yet his heart sinks below…
The green form sighs twice, then looks up at the sky
Where the pink balloon flies away, its tail saying “bye-bye.”
And puppy whimpers.
And sneezes, once.
The children still play, up on the hill, all the way up.
How will he climb all the way back? He’s but a pup.
“Come here, you silly boy,” Mom picks him up;
She’s got a blanket; she gets him all cleaned up.
“The balloon might fly up with the wind,
But I’ve got my Mom to cuddle with.”
Copyright © Patricia Furstenberg. All Rights Reserved.
The above poem is titles As Pink As a Puppy’s Tongue and is an extract from my poetry book for dog lovers (and not only) As Good As Gold.
Kinda Pink, Poetry Like a Puppy’s Tongue is a contribution to Becky’s incredible October Squares #KindaSquare blog feature.