POPPY She came to me on a frosty December A Christmas gift with fur of hue cinnamon and ginger A pup she was swaddled in a basket, opal eyes gazing at me filled with wonder With patches of white on padded paws, playfully she would bound helter-skelter Poppy the pup snuggled by my side on cold, freezing nights Seasons changed and soon she got over all her fright Thumping her tail she would charge forward Backyard was her favourite spot to laze in the sun and chase a songbird Poppy yelped at passing cars and Poppy howled at the moon Poppy was a sweetheart who grew into a cuddly bear too soon Splashing in the sea or running in the sand Poppy loved the beach and slurped ice-cream off my hand Her love was true and she was loyal Looking puzzled when I was morose, her head bumps and cuddles made me again jovial With the wind in her face she loved car rides A smiling dog there never was one, Poppy was my pride Poppy had her bad days when she was under the weather You could see me praying ...
Sanguine Allegory is a cache of fables, fairy tales, and fantasy. With a weave of words on a dreamy tapestry, there are nostalgic memoirs, stories of lands faraway and also poetry.