Puppycat
Cat
sits, begs,
walks on leash,
and thinks it’s a
Dog
Mary A. Couch resides in
Noblesville, Indiana, and works as an Admin Assistant for Taylored Systems,
Inc. a local telecommunication company. She is the Premier Poet for the Indiana
State Federation of Poetry Clubs, and she learned poetry from her mother and
two grandmothers who were writers, artists and storytellers. She has been
published in a variety of venues.
Mary,
ReplyDeleteA very humorous cinquain!
Your friend,
David Fox
I enjoyed this very much. Thank you for sharing. Elaine
ReplyDeleteWhat a cleaver, fun, and enjoyable write, Mary. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!
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Awwww this sweet poem reminds me of our sweet Tommy Cat who has passed on last year. He had to smell everything and everyone who entered our home and would vocalize if he wasn't paid attention to. He rushed to greet us at the door and came running when he heard the garage door and the can opener. I loved your poem. Thank you for the memories. Blessings, Connie
ReplyDeleteSweet…
ReplyDeleteHow very cute, Mary:) Much enjoyed. Regards // paul
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