Our Pet Poem by Juliet Languedoc

Our pet is Dusty, his color
is rusty, his fur is
thick and some areas fluffy.

He guards the yard,
knows his name as if he
is playing a game.

He is tame, has fame, and
not lame so don't think he
will cause any kind of blame.

He maintains his aim, energetic,
dynamic, and fantastic; but drastic
when it's time to defend.

His tail sweeps the floor,
with a gentle breeze with
no need to sneeze.

That's our pet, Dusty!


June 25,2014