Xena (Zena)

This is the story about Xena, or Zena, depending upon who spelled her name
Brave and fearless like the Warrior Princess named the same
When much bigger dogs were around, she hardly even cared
But the men who came to work, would see her and often feel scared

She would love to cuddle up on Wendy’s lap
Enjoying this better than trying to find rats to trap
A short legged Jack Russell, with feet turned out at ninety degrees
They’d send her into a tumble as she ran through the grass and the trees

And when it was Terry’s turn to take her for a walk
He’d look down at her prancing at the end of the lead
‘Like walking a blowfly’ he’d say, hoping the neighbours didn’t talk
For he was clearly used to walking much bigger dogs, indeed

Then she would curl herself up in her bed
With the funniest obsession running through her head
Round and round she’d turn, working her blanket ‘till she’d fully wrapped her all
A contented little princess, wrapped up in her pretty shawl.

 

© 2017 John Rodriquez

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