Beagle Date

I once caught a beagle, a stray.
Long tongue,
worldly eyes.
The kind that make the ladies sigh.

I lured him to the yard
and shut the gate.
But he didn’t stay.

Before I got to my phone
he’d found a hole and

he was gone —
Where have you gone?

Maybe home.
Maybe on
to his next beagle date,

The kind that makes
the ladies
ask him why.

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One Response to Beagle Date

  1. Kirsten says:

    Okay, so I might change the ending. Tries a little too hard maybe? At least I didn’t go with “The kind that makes the ladies cry” :-)

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