A poem by Emily Dickins

I'm preparing for National Poetry Month. Mom says I'm just copying this poem by Emily Dickinson, my favorite poet for obvious reasons. Well, a budding poet has to begin by learning from her predecessors, so I'm happy with this poem and hope the ending will come true.
Signed,
Miss Emily Dickins

Searching for inspiration
 

 

I started Early-Took my Mom—

And visited the Park-
The Doggies in the Playground
Came out to us to bark—

And Children on the Jungle Gym

Extended grubby hands-
Presuming me to want to play
All day upon the Sands-

But no one moved me till my Mom

Tossed out a Liver Treat--
Past my nose-and my leash
Oh, I could smell the Meat--
 
I made as I would eat it up
As wholly as a worm
Wriggling in a Robin’s beak
And I began to squirm--

 And Mom—she started—trying to walk--

While I could only choose
To grab her ankle—then the lace--
Untying her running shoes--
 

Until I caught the Liver Treat

And swallowed as fast can be--
Mom took a step— but stumbled down-
Scattering treats for ME--

C'mon, we gotta write this down!