Little puppy yummy
With a pink pop bellied tummy
Oh so tiny! button nose, moist and shiny.
Round and round she wheels
Roly-poly head over heels
Briskly dashing, rough and tumble speed crashing.
Greeting those she misses
With excited icky kisses
Wanting cuddles, sometimes piddling puddles.
A soft bundle of fur
Belying a mouth full of grr
Sharp playful bites, tearing a hole in my tights.
Stealing granddad’s kipper
Shredding his brand new slipper
Chewing, gnawing, digging and exploring.
Squeaking her plastic chop
And fiercely attacking the mop
Shaking, growling, mischievously prowling.
Rummaging in the bin
Ouch! trapping her nose in a tin
Whining for a treat, getting under my feet.
Bounding after a stick
Learning to perfect a new trick
Fetching the ball, running away when we call.
Curling into a heap
Liquid brown eyes laden with sleep
Twitching paws, whimpering whistles as she snores.
Snuggling on my chest
Looking anything but a pest
Bonded together, always and forever.
Credit: Mand
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real Jema
If you could say one thing and be heard by the entire world, what would that be?
Two Wrinkles In Time
It is pointless to run, my darling, because sixty seconds ago, I will kill you. My blade will have sliced reality open right in front of you. It will have first pierced it as it would a bed sheet left hanging to dry, flapping in the wind on a Sunday afternoon. But the metal will have drawn a line in the air that the ghostly tear will have followed. Then I, La Dyablès, machete firmly in hand, will have emerged from what your mind, at the time, could only interpret as the other side of here—whatever that means to you. I know. I have seen that look on the faces of countless unlucky… clients. You will not have been the first nor the last to try and reneg on a riches for soul contract only to present this visage to me when I come to collect.
By Lily Séjor4 days ago in Fiction
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