That dog bit me.
Out of nowhere he came flying
like the proverbial bat out of hell
only bigger, with big teeth
a big bite
not like those feasting mosquitoes
on our sand dunes bike ride
not like the needle bite from
the tetanus shot
when you rushed me to ER.
So where were you this time?
When the dog bit me.
lillian the home poet 
Ouch! That hurts!
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ah….that’s good….the poem is “felt” 🙂
Thanks for following, Carol!
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Love this! So fun.
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Glad you liked it. Always fun to shift the focus a little and have fun with words. 🙂
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