October 30, 2012

One poem by Lee Evans

The Siesta of Socrates’ Dog

Don’t make me tell you the truth
It’s best to let sleeping dogs lie

Instead you poke and you prod
And think it’s so cute

When you whisper my name in my ear
My tail thumps on the floor

My whiskers twitch when you tickle me
You can’t leave well enough alone

One day I’ll leap up and I’ll bite you
And then we’ll both be sorry

All I want is to go on dreaming
Let me continue lying that way

Lee Evans lives in Bath, Maine, and works for the local YMCA. His poems have appeared in such journals as Contemporary Rhyme, The Christendom Review and Decanto. His five poetry collections are available on Lulu.com.

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