Dogs. - Poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
Snarl! Snap! Yap! Bark!
Hear the dogs up in the park.
They sound so vicious in the night,
Maybe they will have a fight.
A flurry bursts through our front door,
To continue growling on the floor.
It's Westie Amy and her mate,
Staffie Stella, playing late.
They snarl and snap and sound real fierce.
Their teeth they gnash, ready to pierce.
But when, at rest, as the day ends,
You can tell they are the best of friends.
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