October 11, 2015 by smirkpretty
When the weeping starts
It’s the dog who comes over.
Posted in Poetry | Tagged dogs, haiku, love, poetry, relationships | 3 Comments
Knowing my luck, the dog would probably have come over just to bite my ankle.
Beggars can’t be choosers.
That’s true. I’ll take my affection where I can get it. Perhaps the dog only intended a playful nibble. With some antiseptic and a few bandages, I’d be as right as rain in 2-3 weeks.
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