Madadh

Alright, I wrote this poem about my dog. It's not a great poem, but I like it. Most of my poetry is about lust, and a bit of it is about loss. So, this was kinda new to me. Ok, I'll just show you the poem now.

Madadh

This dog is still young

Sure, he may be cute

When he tilts his head

~Inquisitive stare

Then he grabs a knife

From the kitchen sink

Runs around the house

"Hey, come play with me.."

Afraid to get cut

I just back away

He will drop it soon

If I don't give chase

And then, when he sleeps

He is cute again

Chasing that rabbit

He sees in his dreams

So, that's it. What do you think? I'm trying to start working with new styles and themes.

Hey, here's an idea ... give me a few theme suggestions. I'll try to write about whatever you tell me too. This might be fun, or I could fail and look like an idiot. Either way, it should be entertaining to you!

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Until next time,

~Mikal