One Sentence Poem #3 | Teen Ink

One Sentence Poem #3

May 9, 2018
By LHAHS GOLD, Pewaukee , Wisconsin
LHAHS GOLD, Pewaukee , Wisconsin
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He would open his mouth
when I set his dish on the ground,       scrambling
                                                        and scratching
                                                        at the floor

                                                        to go faster,
                                                                     faster,
                                                                          faster,
I never knew I would miss his toothy smile until I couldn’t see it anymore.



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