Scratching at the window,
Spittle flying from my snout,
Telephone poles flash through the glass.
My joy I bark and shout.
My paws pull at the handle
Searching for a way outside,
Success is met with glass’s descent
For cold wind now bats about my hide.
I lean out and my head is flying
Laterally, and with saliva flowing
Tail wagging in my revelry,
Who cares where we are going?
Suddenly we stop.
And my ears return beside my head.
The motion of standing still yet speeding,
Is slowly sadly fleeting, fled.
Then for a reason unknown to me
Away we go again,
The lines beneath us spinning
Forever flowing round the bend.
Author notes
Molly is my beagle.
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Comments
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A superb account of a car ride for a dog's perspective. The experience sounds so much more intense from Molly's point of view. Thank you for your entry.
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