In the park watching little critters


An owl spied a dog with a ball in his mouth,
"Tell me dear dog why don't you fly south"?
The ducks fell about saying ," Tut tut tut
Fancy asking that of a silly old mutt".
Said the dog to the squirrel,
Dropping the ball and started talking.
"Can't they see my lady in black,
With lead in hand doing the walking"?
The leaves fell of the trees, Then started to sit,
Between the gravel and stones in little bits.
Frightening the squirrel in a bit of a rut,
chasing of black birds after his nuts.

Poetry by Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-14 at 02:39

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