A dog romance.

David Rudder
Blue Insights
Published in
1 min readMar 31
Photo by Patrick Hendry on Unsplash

When I play with words

It seemed to be our destiny.
We kissed before we met.
On a night as black as pitch
That’s how I met the vet

You may very well ask.
Why the vet warranted my passion
Well, you see, she’d saved my dog
And the kiss was for compassion



David Rudder
Blue Insights

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.