Challenge from Glenda Funk: Write an Etheree poem. 10 lines, with each numbered line having that many syllables in it.
Morning Standoff
tail wagging beckoning raising bottom guarding his knot toy chinning floor, front legs flat cutting vicious eyes at me daring me to move a muscle growling an invitation to die angels fear to tread in morning standoffs
tail
wagging
beckoning
raising bottom
guarding his knot toy
chinning floor, front legs flat
cutting vicious eyes at me
daring me to move a muscle
growling an invitation to die
angels fear to tread in morning standoffs