The Fly in the Dog Bowl
A fly in the dog bowl — poor thing!
Drowning is not a fate
To be wished, even on a fly.
I lean down to take the bowl
When he winks at me and,
Smiling widely,
Does the butterfly,
The backstroke,
And even the dog paddle!
Perhaps this sly charmer
Is in training
For the Buglympics!
I pour the water into the flower
Thirsting
On the back porch —
With great dignity,
My new, wingèd friend
Climbs on a stalk
And towels himself off on a petunia leaf.
Drowning is not a fate
To be wished, even on a fly.
I lean down to take the bowl
When he winks at me and,
Smiling widely,
Does the butterfly,
The backstroke,
And even the dog paddle!
Perhaps this sly charmer
Is in training
For the Buglympics!
I pour the water into the flower
Thirsting
On the back porch —
With great dignity,
My new, wingèd friend
Climbs on a stalk
And towels himself off on a petunia leaf.
Labels: "A bit of silliness really", poetry
1 Comments:
What a cute little poem :)
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