13 April 2011

Not Hunting Rabbits

Rabbits run through the field.
Jasmine strains against the line.
Hunting is her job, and yet,
I won't let her follow the signs.

Come the season for such things,
I'll let her run to heart's delight.
Until then, though, we both must pull
To try to make things, as we see, right. 

For those who don't know, Jasmine my awesome dog.
Today's prompt said to only take five minutes to write the poem. Perfection and editing were strictly forbidden. I at least managed to tell a story and make it rhyme.

1 comment:

  1. You did and Awesome job. Would never have known about the restrictions.