Poor Paw
A twinge, an
ache. I noticed it today.
I tried to
run around but it didn’t go away.
I hopped
from left to right and I hope she didn’t see
But we just
had paw inspection with the comforting ‘poor me’.
Arthritis?
What at my age?
I don’t
think so, let’s move on and turn the page.
I hopped
from right to left and I hope she didn’t notice
But now we
are waving bandages and a warming poultice.
‘Poor me’ I
hear.
Poor me - I
fret.
Poor paw I
fear.
Poor paw - I
bet
Poor me –
you see
Knew it. I’m
going to the Vet!
By Linda Prince
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