As you lie by my side gently breathing,
I gaze down at your alabaster skin
your pulse gently throbs at your neckline and your face is a picture therein
framed by the silkiest blonde tasselled hair I wonder how your heart I did win?
Was it the way that i sang of your virtue, the way I defended your right?
To be free from those misguided morons who enslaved you before you took flight,
framed by those demons and harlots who like bullyboys couldn’t stand a fight?
How often I’d looked from a distance, in my heart then I knew it was wrong
as I sat all alone I heard nothing but your crying for a chance to belong,
tormented by devils inside me each time I remembered your song.
It took many weeks for you to trust me but with each visit your eyes seemed to change,
smiling at last when you saw me as the details we finally could arrange.
The paperwork wasn’t all bad, though the government questions were tough,
"have you ever been convicted of criminal acts" "have you ever been caught sleeping rough"
"when she cries in the night will you scolled her?"
I was glad to get out of there believe me when I say enough is enough.
Still that was three long years ago,
since then we have never parted,
and if you were ever to leave me now
I'm sure I would die broken hearted.
I am writing this so I can remember our very first day in the fog,
but I doubt if you'll get the chance to read it, after all........
You’re only a dog.
Author notes
the first two lines hardly inspire ....
A contest entry
- Memories of Animals - How they Live and Die by Judith Chandler.
525 points, ended January 13, 2008, 10 entries
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Comments
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This is a nice story of a dog's life with some lovely details -- the way the owner defended the dog from tormentors, the paperwork that had to be done, etc.
Thank you for your entry. -
That was so beautiful . . .and then the end, oh, that is amusing! This is a poem I'll remember for a while.

