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Where is she?

It’s been one short day at the lake
Time is like a swallow’s evening
Erratic events, summer swings
In the speed of Brubeck’s quartet.

After two days she's a concern
But what to expect from a hound,
Just off chasing rabbits till lost?
Death never entertained a thought.

Reassurance sent from above
Perhaps it was God but we knew
She may be OK, we assured
Each other that midsummer eve.

Strutting the walkway she came home,
Okay, 'cept skunk did fill our heads.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Comments

a sonnet
Can't say technically
but I love sonnets
'tis lovely
says Lovedly

It is not a sonnet but it is 14 lines and I like writing in that style lately. The line length or meter has varied in my poems but I like the 14 line style.
Thanks again,

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And that's how I see it,
Mark

author comment

but except for neo
elsewhere 1000's reviews I get
I wonder why they read me

gave me the chills. It was in a great, Stephen King-like moment. I don't mean to offend but my mind went wild with this. I have a whole story in my head and it's creepy. My screwy brain. I loved this though.

April Dawn

Her name was Pal. We lived lakeside and there was a backwash at one end of this lake (like a swamp) She would disappear for days at a time and that's where we believed she went. Always stunk really bad when she found her way home.
Thanks for reading and your thoughts.
Later,

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And that's how I see it,
Mark

author comment

Thanks for the actuality of it. Stark difference.

April Dawn

Sounded like I really had ya someplace there at the time LOL
Later,

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And that's how I see it,
Mark

author comment

The imagination doth wander... :)

April Dawn

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