My old dog who barks

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A poem about people who change loyalties

I choose you.

Your shaggy hair and stupid grin.

Sat in the pound for so long.

I choose you.

You were bouncy. Hyper. Easily distracted. Difficult to train.

Not that I tried.

You appealed to a minor audience.

That ridiculously jumpy hound.

But I loved you no matter .

I played with you everyday.

Did you get bored?

We played different games.

When we could.

But you got bored of me.

Suddenly they liked you.

And I was the bad person.

Because I didn't want to play with you.

Because you bit me.

And it left a scar.

But you're not going anywhere.

So I have to learn to not be afraid.

Even though you bark at me now.

I don't know why.

Because I could have gotten rid of you.

But I didn't.

Please don't bark.


Submitted: June 02, 2014

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