The World from the Eyes of a Vizsla

What’s in that Pot

What’s in that pot.
Perhaps a lot
a dog bone
or squirrel all alone

Maybe a rawhide
tucked deep down inside
or perchance, a toy
that would bring me so much joy

Even an anole
eating a cannoli
I know a butter baked biscuit
or perhaps tasty cheese triscuit

Maybe there’s terrific toy
that will fill my heart with jubilee and joy
Perhaps someone left me a juicy steak
I do pray for goodness sake

Maybe there’s a bluejay
waiting to play
OH! who did such a thing to me,
leaving a pot with contents I cannot see


Sir Winston

2 responses

  1. Sharissa

    Winston, your mama inspired you to do poetry. Awesome!

    May 31, 2012 at 6:26 am

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