My Puppy

Her brown and black
body rumaging
through the house,
flapping her
ears down the
stairs. Getting
down and falling
into her water
bowl, she has to
stop to drink.
But in all her
painstaking troubles,
she comes to
meet you. She calmly
swings her tail.
She drinks out of
her water bowl,
spooning the water
with her
tongue.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.