Crazy Katie Digs Up Her Dog Poem by Francie Lynch

Crazy Katie Digs Up Her Dog



The Newfounlander,
Wrapped in her blanket,
Was laid behind the new shed.
The hole bled with water.
She rose as Lazarus,
Caked with dirt.
The shovel mixed her in with earth.
A Christian marker denoted the place
Where lovely Ete lay.

But the girls were coming home,
Unaware of the interment;
Katie asked George to dig,
But George had been a farm boy,
So Katie manned the spade.
She was bloated,
Washed and brushed;
Then viewed on her clean blanket.
The shovel was in the shed.
Crazy Katie took the family
To the Vet's for cremation.
George followed silently,
With dirty boots and blisters,
And not a whisper
To the sisters
Of Mom's dog-gone mind.

Monday, March 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: crazy,madness,parenthood,pets
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Francie Lynch

Francie Lynch

Monaghan, Ireland
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