Today is Sonnet Sunday once again 

And yet — 

A sonnet seems too stiff and stuppy 

To talk about a brand new puppy. 

She’s here 

                                    SHE’S THERE

                                                                     Sadie here as well

She 

Sadie seems 

To be both here and there 

And everywhere. 

Like a self-promoting yahoo yuppy. 

Through the long dark night, she strives to keep us uppy

And when I get my morning coffee cuppy

Sadie wants to turn it downside uppy

Our furniture is under “l’attaque d’puppy”

After bearing all the catty claws

(Cats are good ignoring laws)

Tattered cushions on the edges

Launching lethally from ledges

The stoic chairs now become 

Just another source of chewy bome

Now Sadie finds her sleepy time 

A poementary rhythm rhyme

As all her joyous moments seem to be

A trick I hope she hopes to teach to me.

—————-

A suddenly springing something 

The Walkabout Diaries: Bee Wise

A Walk in the Park

The Life of the Party

Mind Walk

Choose Your Weapons

Sunsets

Happy Raven Angry Golfer

Bee Wise

Friends

Racism is Absurd

Lest We Forget

Life will find a Way

A Cat’s a Cat & That’s That.

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