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The Ballerina rose en point stretched out one graceful leg
Her gauzy pink wings fluttered – she had no need to beg.
A Pit Bull calm and quite serene
she held her stance and made her stream
so other dogs would know she’d been
peeing on the fire hydrant.
Her rose pink tutu was divine – enhanced her ebony fur.
The music played, the dancer danced – today was all for her.
Around her people clapped and cheered
and those who didn’t like dogs jeered
but this girl was no more a feared
she’d escaped a life violent.
The little children liked to pat and this girl was OK with that,
her breed was not a savage one geared up for fierce combat.
Oh she could fight if fight she must
and there were folks she did distrust
but tagged as savage – plain unjust …
her voice alas was silent.
So here today, her task was to dispel the fears folks held
to let them see she was a breed in which a kind heart dwelled.
She did her dance and little tricks
and out there with the audience mixed -
her ballet moves had them transfixed.
She danced around the hydrant.
The hyperbole re savage breeds was quite dispelled by her cute deeds.
*** As a previous owner of a pittie called Khadizia - yep that's where I got my moniker from - I hate seeing these dogs maligned so often by the media - take a look at the picture of this little pittie in her pink tutu dancing with a little girl. In days gone by Pitties were known by the name of Nanny Dogs - because hey were so trustworthy and caring that farm folks could safely leave their children under the watchful eye of their faithful dog knowing he/she would protect them with their own life if needs be. http://www.vetstreet.com/our-pet-expert ... rs-rejoice and look at these cuties https://au.pinterest.com/pin/67413325642500998/
see some scribbles here - http://scribblybarkpoetry.blogspot.com.au/