This post is in response to Linda’s #1OneLinerWednesday.
I always wonder if a dogs are able to give unconditional love because they have the same alphabets as God, but than what about dogs in other languages?
Must be another conspiracy of those good old Brits to call the canines dogs.
Skooby will really like to sleep on that conspiracy thought.
Did Linda really say it has to be a one liner?
This poem is a continuation of my earlier poem, Plotting a Murder: The Trap (https://wp.me/p73yZZ-42S), posted on December 14, 2018. I reproduced the earlier poem at the end of this one.
The saga continues, trap was set and baited,
We gave a free run of the place to the usurpers.
To a long planned vacation we went,
Alas, days had passed and still no carcass. Continue reading “Plotting a Murder : Going For the Kill”
Vanishing food from the bowl
Happy that he was eating well
Till I saw some morsels in a corner
Arranged nicely in a row in perfect order Continue reading “Plotting a Murder : The Trap”
Alone at night, my mood down and dark
In the distance I hear a lonely dog bark
A door slowly creaks open
With a furtive glance he ran
She followed stark naked singing like a lark
This post is in response to Limerick Challenge Week 15 by MindandLifeMatters
My first attempt at writing a limerick