Hearing her
Owner’s frantic
Yells for help and before we ran
To raise her and she romped off
To dry in sun-drenched meadow,
She was down there a drowning
Blatting bobbing waterlogged pandemonium,
Dog-paddling round stony ring of death accompanied
By chorus of cacophonous frogs stoically croaking
In deadpan disbelief.
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