Nowhere to Be Found

By Darren M. Grine

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                                       

I will forever do things my way

If you don’t believe it, wait another day

No matter what it is, I’ll have the final say

 

As I’m left alone, I’m at my best

When you’re not home, I’m on a quest

 I’m a prized whippet, so I’m always the guest

 

Food is my focus of attention

While it becomes an issue of contention

Run of the kitchen usually puts me in detention

 

Lounging is what I like to do

After a busy day I’ll sleep for an hour or two

Once I shake a leg, I’m ready for something new

 

I can be daring and carefree bar none

Without hesitation, I will randomly run

 Living for the moment, I’ll play with reckless fun

 

Opening closed doors is what I’m all about

I enjoy getting into everything without a doubt

As I’m ransacking the place, I’ll go on an all out rout

 

 Magazines on the desk become a shredded mess

Those bite marks left on the table, I’ll never confess

That nicely made bed is now customized, more or less

 

While your house is my personal playground

 I’ll wallow in my behavior as I go round and round

If you go searching for me, I’ll be nowhere to be found

 

 

 

Copyright ©2005 Darren M. Grine

 

 

 

Poem cannot be used without the written consent of the author.

 

 

 

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