There's a flash across the field
A blur of black and white
A whistle sounding, small hooves pounding
Turning left then right
A nervous huddle, stand and stare
They've seen the dog but don't know where
Crouching, crawling, darting fast
The grass is long, the space is vast
Then all at once they see the hound
Exploding quickly out of the ground
All run as one and that is when
They find themselves inside the pen.
by © Poppy Curfield (0)
Competition - Pet Poetry ASC
Copyright remains with the author.