Friday, June 24, 2016

Puppycat--By Mary A. Couch--United States


sits, begs,
walks on leash,
and thinks it’s a

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.


  1. Mary,
    A very humorous cinquain!
    Your friend,
    David Fox

  2. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you for sharing. Elaine

  3. What a cleaver, fun, and enjoyable write, Mary. Thank you for sharing and continued blessings!

    -MJ (

  4. 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

  5. How very cute, Mary:) Much enjoyed. Regards // paul