Peanuts

As I shell the peanuts

Sitting comfortably,

Running comes my dog

With doleful eyes begs he.

Scraps that fall to the ground,

He laps it up with glee.

 

Compassionate that I am

I throw him a shelled peanut.

And he wags his tail in joy,

Hoping more to be on the way,

A skin blown to the ground

He licks and shows disapproval,

He could easily jump and

Take the whole bowl away.

 

His natural instincts prevails,

He is domesticated well,

Satisfied at my well trained dog,

I leave in search of my masters,

For my peanut shells.

Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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