Words of Grace
You swore you’d never get another pet.
“Too old, too slow, too out of breath,” you said.
“Can’t leave them all alone when I am dead.”
With charming guise, I wiled you out of that.
My well-timed sweetness caused you to forget.
I drove your tiny ancient dogs to dread,
I nosed out everything that I could shred,
I kept the whole menagerie upset.
“The wild ones are the smart ones,” said your friend,
The one who trains the wolves. “Just give Grace time.
She’ll outgrow puppy mind someday. Till then,
You must be firm, but overlook her crimes.”
And now, at nearly two, I can contend
That I am civilized…almost…sometimes.
I really enjoyed this. I loved the use of dialogue and that ending!
It’s been a long time since I’ve read a new formal sonnet this strong, Unforced rhyme and meter, and a persona poem in the voice of a wolf [from a poet named Fox :)] that is revealed with elegant timing in the final six lines. Can’t wait to track down more of your work!
I’m so glad you enjoyed my sonnet!
Your poetry is so accessible. I know that you play with many forms, yet I am never distracted by that. Instead, you are able to pull those of us who are uninitiated to form into the story while still pulling in experts with your technique. What a gift.