2020, poem 7, prompt 7 – season of the ____________

Season of a Susan

A special present for an 18th birthday,
a collared bow around a pedigree corgi’s neck,
the beginning of a royal relationship. Susan and Elizabeth
went everywhere together, even on honeymoon.

Her first mate was Lucky Strike, later she rolled over
for Rebellion. Notorious nasher, the Royal clockwinder
a victim – teeth clenched around his ankle
like a metal-tooth beartrap.

She was the foundation bitch, for a long line
and on death was commemorated
with a unique headstone, sketched
by the monarch herself.
My foundation mongrel has a simple holly tree.

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