It's Still Life

Ick – I Hate Rhymie Poems

a brush
a broom
that sweeps the air
my god how those eyes could stare
so brown
so deep
alert for fun
sleeping away in afternoon sun
a walk
a run
on fields green
a dog like that I’ve rarely seen
she’s gone
she’s gone
but I will not be sad
remembering her always makes me glad.

 
 
for NaPoWriMo Day 29: A Pet and PA Day 29: Total _____ Nothing. I Totally Blanked on This One.

©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.