A Poem About My Jack Angel

by Charlotte Withington
(Essex, UK)

My Angel

Off she runs
to chase a bird.
I call her back
but she never heard.

I see her in the distance
a tiny little dot.
The birds now gone
but she's jumping, the lot.

On she charges
thinking she's tall.
I'd hurt her feelings
if I told her she's small.

Eventually she comes back
her tail between her legs.
She didn't catch the bird
"don't laugh" she begs.

I'm walking her home now
she's still quite low.
Don't worry I say
You will catch him tomorrow.

We have just got home
the mail man arrives.
She barks him away
and looks at me with pride.

Aren't you proud?
Her eyes seem to say
I scared him off!
That's one job today.

"As for that bird,
tell him I will be back,
nobody escapes me,
because I'm a little Jack!"