Off to the vet,

I’m planning my escape.

If I were human, I’d start to sweat;

Off to the vet.

Taken from Dad by some masked brunette,

There’s something about the sterile landscape.

Off to the vet,

I’m planning my escape.

Prompted from Francis the Frenchie’s Daily Triolet Poetry Challenge at: https://francisthefrenchie.com/2021/10/28/francis-the-frenchies-daily-triolet-poetry-challenge-october-28-2021/.