VIOLIN

She blamed me for the dogs getting out,
the splintered chair, and (at last!) the violin.
From the top of the couch where she set me,
I looked down at the instrument, solid and
marvelous, like a polished shoe. Her giggles
meant that I was having great fun. With woosh
& cackle I slid down and crushed both the bow
and the body with my rump.

No more violin practice for sis.