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she licks her icecream cone

drip, drip, it runs down her hand

to her wrist

he watches from some way off

lick, lick, tilting her arm

so her tongue can reach

the running dribble of sweetness

the icecream drops down

towards the ground

then he swoops, hand at the ready

catches his prize

and scoops the ball

into his wide open mouth


©DGA 22 August 2011 11:43

Author: adeeyoyo

I am a middle-aged South African woman, living in Johannesburg. I began writing poetry towards the end of May 2010. I love animals – sometimes more than people! I am back after a break. Thanks for still being here, if you are! Missed you! xxx

18 thoughts on “Playground

  1. I love it.
    You ARE talking about a dog?


  2. i think it was a dog that caught the ice cream as it fell off the cone


  3. waiting has its rewards


  4. It pays to have expert reflexes when you’re a dog 😀


  5. This made me smile so wide Denise. For a moment in time you made me feel like a little kid again, thank you! P.S. It was vanilla ice cream wasn’t it? 🙂


  6. I hope it’s a dog . . . not a stalker. 😀

    The dog’s “hand at the ready” concerned me.


  7. Some reflexes, Denise.
    Try and get a friend to hold the ends of a pencil between their fingers.
    Hold your cupped hand arched over the pencil, and when they let it go, catch it
    before it hits the ground.
    nice picture


  8. so sweet little experience that everyone had lived through in life once at least. Lovely poem nostalgic in a way.


    • I am glad you liked it Sunamu. I am trying other styles now and then and I love simplistic poems, although now and then I fall flat on my face…. 😆


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