Animal Instincts… Poem by Mark Heathcote

Animal Instincts…



Swishing her tail, lank and lean
She strung me along on a lead
No dog, I to be treated mean.
Treated like a mongrel breed.

My senses ran above bare ankles.
Purring likes a cat. I longed
To play once more with round baubles.
Have her sit in my lap pronged.

Monday, July 14, 2014
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