Within mounds of puppies, though I focus on only one
Beneath beating ceiling lights
Beyond the tile counter he is being washed
Underneath a black pug is Waffles, wrestling
Near the blow dryer, barking
Inside the blanket, shaking
Through the glass cage, I see him rolling around
Underneath my arm, I carry him to the car
Near him in the backseat
Beside him when he cries
I got my puppy
1 thought on “Kristen’s Prepositional Phrase Poem”
Nicely done, Kristen. Like I’ve said: Waffles is a great name for a dog. How do you think you could’ve re-written the final line to include just two words, a subject and predicate?
p.s. What song is this?