Art

She smiles brightly, holding out her hands:
“I drew a dog.”
I know the tone, and what my role demands:
I’m all agog.
The smearing sludge of purple, pink, and green
Resembles no dog that I’ve ever seen
Belated: “Wow.”
With wrinkled brow
She lovingly describes the scene.

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Format: Ronsardian Ode
Prompt: NaPoMoFo Day 25