Definition #343 Donster

Donster10-2015

Donster Monster

Donster crashes kitchen doors; whirling hands askew;

Cracks and breaks; divides the plates; spatter freckles spew.

A brute to see: whiskers wild; his mouth a toothless cave;

Yet tender touches calmed pain’s wrench: relief his fingers gave.

Afford him berth, vast and fast; to twist and swing his girth;

For brute’s a bear of gentle stuff; beneath his matted dearth.

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2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Catherine Johnson
    Oct 05, 2015 @ 05:52:22

    Great poem. I hope Don is okay.

    Reply

  2. jeannepoland
    Oct 05, 2015 @ 09:15:14

    Don is thriving; I just like to give him space to be himself: inhabit the kitchen; kick up the dust!

    Reply

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