My Dog Spike

If you knew a dog named Spike
was coming to visit

Would you expect a Great Dane?
Perhaps a Pit Bull?

Maybe a Caucasian Mountain Dog
They are huge and intimidating

Because Spike screams intimidation,
doesn’t it?

But not if it was my dog . . .


For Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub, De is calling for 44-word poems using the word Spike. So the cutie pie in the picture is not actually named Spike, but that’s what I wanted to call him. I always wanted a little dog named Spike. But this guy’s name is equally imposing and intimating: Roman.

I am a Jesus Freak, and I don't care who knows it. I am a wife, mother, sister, aunt, daughter, and friend. My blood family is only part of the larger family of Christ that I belong to. I love to write, especially about my dear Savior.


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