Better Hunting Poem by Lamar Cole

Better Hunting



The night had gone badly.
The dog was drinking his last glass of red wine.
He had been turned down by all the female dogs.
He would leave the bar alone.
But nothing to fret about.
Tomorrow night there would be better hunting at the bar.

Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,dogs
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