Snarling Darlings

As puppies reach                                                                                                                                      
eight weeks of age,                                                                                                                                   
they grow expert                                                                                                                                       
at rattling cage.

They snarl and fight                                                                                                                                
and whine and bark,                                                                                                                                
to cuddle them                                                                                                                                          
seems off the mark.

Soon earnest folks                                                                                                                                    
line up to buy,                                                                                                                                           
pay through the nose                                                                                                                               
I wonder why.

My wife will cry                                                                                                                                        
as each one goes.                                                                                                                                      
The smells too die                                                                                                                                    
like a rose.

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1 Response to Snarling Darlings

  1. Jeanne M. Davis says:

    Snarling Darlings open up the depth of communication between the animal and human, both demonstrating the shared elemental, spiritual bonding.
    Connected feelings of love,trust,and sorrow give way to excitement,comfort, and weeps of bittersweet joy.
    As the puppies are ready to leave the security of their whelping X- Pen, the first linking thread between the bitch and her puppies is now transfigured to the human-animal companion bond.

    This piece of poetry fosters the true existance of God, man,woman,and creature. All are in complete unison with his plan.

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