I am still working on this page, but here is a poem for you to read to your dog while you wait for me to finish imagining what it will look like.
The Wild Beast
by Quinette Cook
In class today we’re analyzing poems. We’re ripping them apart.
My teacher says hunt for the wild beast inside. Hear it’s roaring heart!
So, I deconstruct and dismantle mine, dissecting every word.
Wait! My poem’s NOT about a lion, but a little hummingbird.