Dónall Dempsey

Veteran Poet - 1,546 Points (15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

We Go To The Library - Poem by Dónall Dempsey

My little dog
runs towards me
almost dying
with excitment

he comes along
in leaps & bounds
tail up
tongue out
in absolute
determination
to greet me
his loving master

but
disaster
he hits
a divot
goes into a tail spin
stumbles
tumbles

and arrives
at my feet
a sprawling ball
of fur!
'Oh, Pepe! '
I pick him up
I laugh at him.
He laughs at me.

I put him in
my left hand
combat jacket pocket
& we go to the library.

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  • (10/5/2007 4:01:00 PM)

    What unbounded love and joy...and then I pick him up, I laugh at him...he laughs at me...is anything more wonderful than that kind of love? (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, October 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, April 13, 2011


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