Poetic Tuesday Prompts 12: Loving your Pet

Every Tuesday, we would be sharing a prompt to ignite your creative side. This week, write a poem or a verse on Loving your Pet!

Who doesn’t love pets? The furry friends are loyal and the best friends forever. If you have a pet, then you will better understand the same and if you want a pet, then also you will come to know!

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Our take on the prompt: Loving your Pet

My Furry Friend

The innocent eyes

The cute expression

I loved your baby cries

And the adult aggression

When I stepped into the home

You came and hugged me

I travel from Paris to Rome

My furry friend, you always loved me with glee!

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  1. This weeks prompt ‘Loving your Pet ‘ was indeed an inspiring prompt for me. Because, being a cat and dog lover l do have stories about them but only animal enthusiasts love to read them. So when I saw the prompt I thought I should write about Sweety, my pet cat and her great loss, a mystery for us. None of us know what happened. The poem is my take on the incident.
    Thank you dear Storizen editors for accepting my poem.

  2. Sweety’s Woe
    Lathaprem Sakhya

    She sat woefully
    Her mother had gone away for two days.
    Her delivery rooms were ready.
    She, herself had chosen the spots
    And her mamma had approved,
    Arranging the boxes with newspapers
    To make them all cosy and comfortable.

    But what had she done?
    She had trusted her childhood pals
    Bamby, the female mini pinscher,
    And Ken, the cocker spaniel.
    She had played with them, shared food with them,
    Slept in-between them until she became big
    To find more suitable corners and sunny spots.

    The pain was spasmodic, mamma was away
    She ran to her foster mom, for succour
    Bamby licked and comforted
    And stood guard over her as she delivered
    In her cosy and comfortable box, three tiny kittens.

    The day dawned and Ammini came to feed them.
    The dogs ran to feed and she followed
    Leaving her little ones behind to eat her fill.
    Then sauntered off to freshen herself up.
    Knowing her kittens would be safe in Bamby’s box.

    But alas! the sight that met her eyes
    Made her heart stand still
    The two dogs were inside the box
    Curled up, maybe mothering the kittens.
    Spying her, they yelped in joy, stepping out.
    The kittens lay squashed, she licked them
    Trying to revive them, but they were gone.

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