Tails wagging, they happily greet
everyone who comes through the gate
perhaps looking for a tasty treat.
Cally willing to tolerate
my children running all about;
Dillon prefers to hibernate.
Both enjoy walks in the meadow
where once a skunk did saturate!
Rolling in deer dung head to toe
is the ULTIMATE end to daily adventures.
Margaret Bednar, Art Happens 365, November 3, 2011
This is for "Friday Flash 55"! I tried to do a "structured" poem 8 syllables each line with end rhymes (I KNOW the rhythm is off) Not my finest attempt as I much prefer free-verse.
... and now I notice I am off in the rhyming... nothing goes with about... oh well, it is what it is...
I was fortunate to do a series of photos that turned out quite well as yesterday we said "good-bye" to Dillon. She passed away yesterday morning; she had tumors and was in a lot of pain. But what a wonderful life she lead on the farm running around during the day and sleeping on her soft dog bed at night in her owner's house. Cally and Dillon greeted us daily at the horse barn (Cally still does).