Dogton Mill…
(Docton Mill, Lymebridge, Devon, July 2010…)
The guardians just lay
In languid form,
One pressed against my chair,
Snarling
But fortunately not
Drooling or panting.
And of the cream on my scones they seemed
unaware…
The intruders were restrained
In confrontational mood,
One nuzzled against my companion’s back,
Snarling
And uncomfortably were
Drooling and panting,
The jam on my scones under their mental attack…
The animals soon tensed
In threatening growls.
One barked against a wall,
Although apparently controlled,
Drooling and panting.
Thus I negotiated my scones suitably appalled…
Pete Ray…
Docton Mill, eating a relaxed lunch before enjoying the peaceful gardens there, but interrupted
unpleasantly by the behaviour of visiting dogs.
Or maybe their owners? Or, ahem, their ‘parents’?
Oddly, those people cared nothing for any other
visitors who might just have been a little wary of their unfriendly, snarling dogs…
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