Bonbon
Bonjour! we whispered at airport Customs to
our tiny puppy flown from Montréal. She tucked her moist
nose into paper in the purple crate, missing her mother. The
bonding between us would happen late that night, when
outside, under a starry sky she squatted in the grass,
never taking her chocolate eyes off me as my heart melted.
our tiny puppy flown from Montréal. She tucked her moist
nose into paper in the purple crate, missing her mother. The
bonding between us would happen late that night, when
outside, under a starry sky she squatted in the grass,
never taking her chocolate eyes off me as my heart melted.
Written for Poetics — A French Twist For Quatorz Juillet — at dVerse Poets.
In her stirring prompt, Karin Gustafson wrote: "Celebrate Quatorze Juillet/Bastille Day/Things French with us by writing whatever French twisted (or sort of French, sort of twisted) poem you desire, whether your fancy takes to you poodles, Paris, or red wine on the couch." I wondered if I could pay tribute to my beautiful 11-year-old Standard Poodle, Bonbon, utilizing the Acrostic poetic form that I used in my post prior to this one. Thus evolved Bonbon's name poem.
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