American Eskimo Puppy (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Sitting camly beside a dog
Sharing happily his bone.
Comes naturally…
Writing with the bone splinter
Stuck in my paw.
Disaster…
I know I wasn’t born a writer;
But can I peacefully ply my trade,
Whilst not boring readers
like a screechy bone splinter,
Or implicating myself in poetaster
like a splinter piercing my soft paw.
I Feel Shadows 