(I'm republishing some of my old poems) (This poem is about the chihuahua I had growing up, we raised her on a bottle when she 3 weeks old and her mom died)
Two eyes peeping under my chair
I lean down; they're no longer there!
Where did she hide? Where can she be?
My chihuahua will go where I can't see.
I give up and walk away
she grabs my pant leg wanting to play.
On I go; she drags behind
sometimes I think she's out of her mind!
Hallway, kitchen, bedroom and door
her claws scrabble and scrape across the floor.
Back we go and finally I sit
she lets go and cocks her head a bit.
One ear up, one ear down
she sits and stares without a sound.
A graceful jump; a leap to my lap
a lick on my face- it's time for her nap.
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Comments: 26
this one!
Thanks for sharing it.