Keenees, Diva Challenge #98

he waits by the window, every day

for the little girl to come home and play

she's his favorite, he likes the smell of her

the way she runs her fingers through fur

and talks to him, even if he doesn't understand

she's never rough when giving a command

it's more like a question, a 'please do this'

she tops it with a pat and he gives her a kiss

she lets him sleep in her big warm bed

gives him baths and makes sure he's fed

she listens, even though he doesn't talk

plays ball with him, takes him for a walk

something's different, it doesn't make sense

no big yellow school bus pulling up at the fence

no little girl with pigtails and a happy smile

maybe he should just wait a little while

same thing happens day after day

why doesn't the little girl come home to play?

and the humans cry, the house is always too dark

and he knows now what it's like to have a broken heart 

he stops eating, though they all try

he just waits by the window as the days pass by

he doesn't understand how she can be gone

leaving him so desperate, feeling alone

because she was his, his one true friend

and he feels the changes in the wind

and how the world seems empty without her laugh

the roads look scary without her dancing down the path

and every sound makes him bark

when he can't find her hand in the dark

she was right, innocent, and she was good

and now tennis balls don't bounce like they should

Tennis Balls

by Ashley Brooke Bearden

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This week's Diva Challenge was to use CZT Donna Hornsby's tangle Keenees. As I started drawing, an idea of tennis balls falling through a net came to mind. Follow the photos to see how I put this together. That is a roll of washi tape you see in the first photo. I used Pitt Artist Markers for the color. Netz is a pattern of my own. You can check out the Diva's Keenees Challenge here. You should really take the challenge and post a photo of your own!