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The Dogs - A Poetic Children’s Flash Fiction Story

Timothy is a Christian who enjoys creating visual art and writing. He has a B.S. in Psychology.

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I found a dog at my back door today.

Where he came from I really can’t say

He was there when the bus dropped me at home

Sitting on my doorstep, sitting there all alone


I tried and tried but he just would not leave

The way he stares at me is a little creepy.

It’s like he knows, he knows my every thought.

Come on dog, just go away,go away, get lost.


“Why are you here? Now I’m talking to you.”

We’ve been at this for an hour or two.

Me sitting here, The dog sitting by the door

Moving its head back and forth, back and forth


A scratch at the door interrupts our game.

I open the door to see another dog came.

Oh great now there's two dogs, in my home

Both staring at me.

Please dogs go away, leave me alone.


A bark from one. A bark from two.

Go dogs go. Get away, go, now shoo.

I opened the door to let the dogs out.

Would the two dogs go. I had my doubts


A few more barks the dogs throw my way.

Like I should know what the dogs do say

Finally the dogs turn to go out the door.

The dogs stop and wait. I don’t know what for.


Both dogs turned to look back, look back at me.

The way the dogs gaze gives me the creeps.

Still I followed the dogs out of my back door

I really don’t know why or what for.

Both dogs turned to look back at me.

Their look again gives me the creeps.

Both dogs turned to look back, look back at me.

The way the dogs gaze gives me the creeps.

Still I followed the dogs out of my back door

I really don’t know why or what for.


I followed the dogs across the grass

“Slow down dogs, you’re walking too fast.

I followed the dogs down two streets, then three

“I can’t keep up with you. Slow down please.”


I followed the dogs across the town.

Till the dogs stopped, and sat down

I wasn’t scared, but why had we stopped

Why had the dogs decided here to plop


What could the dogs be waiting here for

What for me did they have in store

Then they moved again, those two dogs

They jumped up and started on a long jog


I followed the two dogs, as fast as I could

I followed them to the park,then into the woods

Over logs and branches the dogs were jumping

And then my heart, I must admit was thumping


Til finally we came to a small, small house

The dogs barked twice, out came a mouse

The mouse spoke, “You've finally come home.”

“I get worried when you two go out and roam.”


She looked up. “Oh I see you’ve brought a friend.”

“What’s your name boy. I’ve no time to spend.”

“I’ve got work to do, I’ve got a lot of work still.”

I looked down at her. Said, “My name is Phil”

I pondered. I wondered. Was it all a dream in my mind?

“The dogs led me here from my house.”

I must say I’ve never ever met a talking mouse.”

The mouse laughed. “I don’t know how that can be.

”There are many more talking mice than just me.”


“The next time you’re out running about

And you see a mouse just give them a shout.

I’m sure they’ll talk to you, give you a few words.

Then I won’t be the only mouse you have heard.


Now I must go, get back to cleaning the house

There is always work to do for a lonely old mouse.”

I looked at her. “If you may, if you might, please

Can your dogs bring me back, one time or three.”


She smiled. “ I’ll be happy to have you here anytime.

Just whisper in the wind, it’ll drop me a quick line.

I’ll send the dogs to get you. To bring you right here.

Until the time comes. I’ll call you a friend, quite dear.”


The dogs stood up, turned to take me back home.

I looked back, the mouse and her house were gone.

I awoke in my bed. It was the middle of the night.

I pondered. I wondered. Was it all a dream in my mind?


Just then a little mouse strolled by, trying to be so quiet .

I thought I'd say hello to him. I was trying to be polite.

She looked up at me, then her face got a great big grin

She bowed her head, then said to me. “So good to see you again.”

© 2021 Timothy Whitt

Comments

Timothy Whitt (author) from New Jersey on April 19, 2021:

Thank you for your kind words. I’m glad you enjoyed the story.

Barbara Purvis Hunter from Florida on April 19, 2021:

Good Morning Whittwrites,

I enjoyed this sweet Flash Fiction with my first cup of coffee. It is still raining in Florida and I am waiting for the sunshine.

Have a great week.

Bobbi Purvis

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