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The old man sits in his chair by the door
His dog lies beside him curled up on the floor
Ever since that day when the man lost his wife
that dog had, to him, been the whole of his life

With his constant companion through all those long days
he'd sit in the sun enjoying its rays
It seemed like for hours the old man had dozed
A faint smile on his face and his eyes tightly closed

The dog licks his hand and emits a faint whine
and looks up at his face as if for a sign
but the man doesn't move, just continues to smile
so the dog lays back down on the floor for a while

The dog gets its ball, lays it down at his feet
but the man takes no notice, just stays still in his seat
He nudges the ball as if he were saying
"What's wrong with you, why aren't you playing"

Then, as if in acceptance, the dog quietly sighs
and looks up one last time with adoring eyes
The dog keeps his vigil through the night 'til next day
ever since, that sad morning, when the man passed away 

Details | Lyric | |

Touch Cindy

On Friday nights a melting pot,
descends upon the pub,
truck drivers, cockies, factory hands,
and workers from the scrub,
to mingle in the many shouts,
that see their glasses fill,
who leave before they’re entertained,
by workers from the mill.

The timber boys with blackened hands,
and sawdust through their hair,
throw their cheques upon the bar,
then drink without a care,
not one of them was impolite,
the opposite in fact,
but beer became their nemesis,
and quick they would react.

So, many leave the pub at night,
with blood upon their face,
while they who nurse a swollen hand,
rest at the coppers place,
‘mine host’ is left with his regrets,
knows what he’d like to do,
he’d like to ban the lot of them,
but they spend money too.

As one drifts on another comes,
to pull out from the saw,
the circuit is a common one,
for those who work and war,
this Friday night’s a first time here,
for one who’s name is Bob,
he’d like to celebrate with us,
his first week on the job.

“Whose is the dog outside?” was heard,
Bob quickly turned his head,
“It’s mine, the only friend I’ve got,
touch Cindy and you’re dead”,
there came no argument at all,
for the night was early yet,
but I thought it best I get on home,
before the ‘hour of regret’. 

Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
touch Cindy and you’re dead.
Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
keeps running through my head.

It was dark and after midnight,
when I heard the siren wail,
‘Hello,’ I thought, ‘It’s on again,
who’s ‘gunna’ need some bail’,
but then a sense of distance came,
they stopped out near the hill,
not the expectation of the pub,
more likely at the mill.

I saw a glow behind the blinds,
of course there was a fire,
then more sirens stirred the air,
there must be something dire,
I’m out of bed; back in my clothes,
and driving to the mill,
there’s lights of blue and lights of red,
plus further sirens still.

A pile of ash in smoke and steam,
is all that’s left to see,
with haggard faces looking on,
one cried hysterically,
she’s a witness to the scene,
when the caravan caught fire,
‘twas then I heard that it was Bob,
who perished in that pyre.

“He was safe,” she’s screaming out,
“Then frantically he cried,
as he rushed back into the van,
‘my mates back there inside!’
with his hand clasped to the collar...
I remember what Bob said,
when he warned us at the pub,
‘Touch Cindy and you’re dead’.

Touch Cindy, touch Cindy,
keeps running through my head.

Details | Tanka | |


everyone said he was too small for a good watch dog.... why did he leave such a big hole in our hearts?
.................................... 3/24/15 For Andrea's Contest: Tanka 3 Return To Top Ten

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My Furry Friend

I had a friend  he loved to nap
Usually on my bed, sometimes on my lap

He was so smart I tell you that
He didn't mind, even my neighbor cat

His fur was brown, had very cute nose
He loved taking pictures he loved to pose

I loved him so much he had a good life
And than he got sick he couldn’t survive

Some time ago on the very cold day
It was last time for us to go out and play

I didn’t know how hard this will be
To say goodbye to Mitten for my boys and me
My heart was broken when I looked in his eyes
But I knew God will take him to his paradise

And than when he took his very last breath 
I couldn’t stop crying because I knew he was death

I miss him so much each and every day
I wish he didn’t die I wish he could stay

He was my friend best friend of all
I loved him a lot with my heart and soul

His name was Mitten I know he runs free
And plays with the angels 
                       And his waiting for me

Mitten was our family dog for 17 years, the cancer took him away on, Feb 7 2012
We all miss him a lot..:(

Details | Prose Poetry | |

Filbert Gets His Wish

Filbert Crumb..... Gets His Wish!

A sad little man was Filbert he sat on the bus. "
Another lonelyday"  He thought to himself.  
Looking up, Filbert saw a little dog.  
Neatly tucked  into a little girls backpack.  
Its' head was peaking out 
and smiled at Filbert.
"See, even a dog has a better life than me"...
"I wish I was that little dog".  
Filbert reached out to pet the pooch 
in the backpack 
and was surprised when the little dog 
happily licked at his fingers.

“Hi there little doggie, How are you?”  
And then the strangest thing happened.  
The little dog replied back!

“I am wonderful..”  
“Did you just speak to me?” 
whispered Filbert to the  little dog.

“Yep...Yep...Yep...I did!” said the little dog.  
“But how is that possible?” asked Filbert. 
“I really don't know, I am just as surprised as you are.” said the little dog. 
“Are you happy being a little dog?” asked filbert.
“Oh yes, it's wonderful.  I have a nice home, good food 
and toys to play with”.

“I wish I were a dog.” 
“Oh, you can be.  
It's really very simple to do.”  
Said the little dog with a wink.....
“All you have to do is this....

“Jump Up and Down on just one leg...
and spin yourself a round....
around and round......
and spin yourself around”....
Sang the little dog.
.“Really! Is that all?”  said Sad Filbert.

Yep...Yep...Yep....said the little dog.

Details | Narrative | |


He stood and aimlessly watched the parade of patrons and volunteers that wandered daily past his kennel.  All so familiar, so ordinary.  Just like every other day he mused.  Nothing new.  Nothing special.

Moving to the small crumpled blanket near the back of his cage, he turned several times and finally curled up, head on his paws, positioned so that he could watch the activity around him.  But in reality, he was bored.  It had been a long time since he had met each morning with anticipation.  Too many days.   Too much disappointment.  He would leave all that barking and racing to the front of  their cage to the younger pups who hadn’t figured out yet that the cute ones went first.  It didn’t really make any difference what you did to attract attention if you weren’t young or cute, or both.

Too much time had gone by to participate in the charade.  In reality, Walter had seen a lot of people that he would rather not spend a lot of time with.  You know the type.  Kind of hyper, bouncing from stray to stray, looking for a perfect dog.  Kids poking their fingers  through the kennel screen or banging on it.  Some even making barking sounds.  He didn’t need any of that and was glad when they were gone.

Walter was very picky.  Set in his ways after so many years.  He had had it good for  a long time.  An only dog in a household of two people that let him be himself.  No tricks. No stunts.  Just long naps and daily walks.  A yard to himself to reflect on what was for dinner.  He had been fond of his doggy bed in their bedroom.  Each night he would help his owner walk through the house turning off the lights and checking the doors before they climbed the stairs together.  And there was always one last good night pat before settling down.

But those days were gone now.  First one had become ill and went to the hospital and never came back.  The other one changed overnight, spending long days, sitting mostly.  The walks became less frequent.  Walter did what he could.   He could see it in their eyes that they were hurting from their loss. He would make a point of laying his head in their lap, trying to let them know that he missed them too.  At times like this, he instinctively knew that although it remained unsaid, they only had each other.

He remembers well the day that his owner snapped a leash on him and said, “well Walter, I’m afraid we have to say goodbye.  I have to go to a place where they won’t let me keep you, so I am going to have to let you go.”  Walter could see the tears in his eyes.  He knew it would do him no good to whine or resist.  It was obvious there were no alternatives.  And besides, it would just make it harder on his owner.  But he was going to miss him.  It was not going to be easy to adjust.

But adjust he did.   He had been here a long time now and had seen countless pups and dogs  trot past his cage with light hearts and  new owners, heading off with new found hopes and expectations.  But it soon became obvious that there weren’t a lot of people that wanted an old yellow hound.  Everyone wanted the young ones.  So here he lay, dozing a bit, but still keeping an eye on those walking by, many giving him but a glance before moving on.

He heard them before the saw them.  ”Honey” the voice said.  ”That looks like Walter, old Mr. Whitney’s dog.”  Walters ears perked up a little.  ”Do I know them” he thought.  ”They seem to know me”.  I’d better go take a closer look” and with that, he stood and slowly ambled toward his kennel gate, giving a cautious wag of his tail.

“It is him” the man said.  ”Walter, how you doing boy?  Do you remember me?”

And upon closer inspection, Walter did remember him.  He used to live right across the street.  He would see him in his yard and if Walter were to ramble over, he usually had a dog treat in his pocket.  With the recognition, Walter gave a little stronger wag and moved toward the fingers extended through the fencing.  It was good to see an old friend.

“What do you say hon” the man said.  ”How would you feel about bringing Walter home with us?”

Walter looked at the woman and saw her nod in agreement.  ”You wait here and I’ll go find a volunteer.”

The man bent down and said “What do you think Walter?  Would you like to go home with us?”

Actually, Walter decided, he could think of nothing he would like more.  A chance to go back to the old neighborhood with people he already knew.  What was there not to like.

Soon the woman returned and the gate opened.  A leash was snapped on Walter and together they proceeded past the rows of dogs and puppies, all vying for their attention.  Walter couldn't help but stand a little straighter, stepping a little more lightly, showing off.  ”This is what going home looks like guys.” he thought.  ”Good luck and goodbye”.

As they neared the car the man said “I can’t believe we found you Walter.  There is someone I am going to take you to see.  I can’t wait to see the expression on his face when you walk in his room>”

Walter, of course, knew exactly who he was talking about.  And he couldn't wait to see the expression on his face either.

Details | Free verse | |

a dog with out a name

It rained again last night, as he woke up from the muddy dirt
he always sleep in.
As he stretches out as far as he can, ouch he said my body hurts
me so very bad again.
The bowl for food and water remain empty, and the grassy areas 
are so far away.
No home anymore the home I once had seems so far away it makes
me so, so sad.
I am hurting so bad I just want to stay in today so no one will be
mean to me.
I search the trash cans, dumpsters all around this town when people
see me they say ‘get out of here’.
I runaway as fast as I can while I lay down to rest my body, legs and
paws the food was thrown out.
my belly is groaning, I am so thirsty,  can’t remember the last time
I had ate any real food, all I eat is stick, twigs and grass.
Lonely as much as a dog can be, not one person reaches their hand out
 to me.
Night time came and he settles in for another lonely sleepless night.
Now all that remains is a small grave with the words that someone had
written, here lays a ‘dog with out a name’.
It's sad it was to late for this dog I now named 'Jake' no more pain,
hunger or thirst for him.
Rest in peace my Jake and we will meet you someday again.

Details | I do not know? | |

New York Rodeo

No 8 second ride for these cowboys tonight
As they start in the morning, losing daylight
Their hats are now ties, tethering true
Not breathing in clean air as faces turn blue

Their motive, the green, but not of a pasture
Not men of free will, but now slaves to a master
When the bell rings, it’s chaos, not for a meal
It’s a dog eat dog city, with true faces concealed

They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys

Their fishing hole yonder’s now polluted with clutter
As their southern boy drawl’s replaced with a stutter
No chaps and no stirrups, no boots and no jeans
Their lives are now over, at the end of their means

The bull that they ride are the very stories they tell
From wall to wall bouncing, not sitting a spell
They are always in a hurry, no time for the rose
Not much of a cowboy or anything, I s’pose

They’re just…

Cardboard cowboys in a concrete canyon
Riding steel horses, reigning in their abandon
Letting loose bridles, for no horses they ride
Spending their days, cooped up, deep inside

It’s a sad way
And a sad day
For New York cowboys

Details | Rhyme | |

I cant begin to tell you

I cant begin to tell you how much I miss my dog
I spend days reminiscing my mind is in a fog.
and though I know he was old and had to go away
I cant begin to tell you the role that he did play.
he played a part in everything that I did in my life
I cant begin to tell you how he lessened every strife.
I always hurried home to see him, I would hardly ever leave
to think I will never see him again I just can not conceive.
what will I do without him he brightened up bad days
he would wiggle and would make me laugh with his many playful ways.
he was more human than anyone I know and he loved me so much
he gave such love and loyalty I will miss his little touch.
So now I sit in sadness my eyes are filled with tears
I just cant seem to comprehend that he is no longer here.
I know they say time heals all wounds but how much time will that be?
you see I never had children and he was like one to me.
I cant begin to tell you the emptiness in my soul
for he was the one my precious dog, the one that made me whole.

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The old shepherd standing there seeing better days . Growing old and feeble , his eyesight now a haze . The cold floor that he laid upon , did more harm than good . They gave him one more pat , they'd kept him if they could .

The little girl excited , this , what she'd waited for . The puppy she'd been waiting on , just beyond those doors . 
Puppies of all sizes , shapes and colors too . Short hair , long hair she'd have to sort them thru .

Waiting at the last door , he was next to go . This would be his last chance although he didn't know . 
Hearing the little girl , reminded of his home . Where fields went on forever , plenty of room to run and roam . 

No longer familiar , the place he like the best . The sun filled porch or shaded trees where he always laid to rest .  The drive they walked down everyday, to go and check the mail . The good-boy pats , on his head , that made him wag his tail .

We'll never no if he got picked, chances , he did not . He stayed there his remaining days unloved , left and forgot. 

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She walks her dog
In the morning hour,
She walks her dog
In the evening hour,
She walks her dog 
In sunshine and shower,
She walks her dog 
Down the lonely lane,
She walks her dog
Alone, again.

© Dave Timperley 2012

Details | Rhyme | |

Dog eared page

14th jan 2012 
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Silently laid my eyes, Upon tattered page piles, Littered outside, The garden far side I picked up a dog eared page, Brought back memories of the bygone age, Of the days of sitting together, In this garden, cuddling and smooching in cold weather. On such a glorious winter day, A long time ago, by the way, I scribbled on this page love notes, In double quotes. Nostalgic now are, Memories of “au revoir”, Melancholy tones fill in, My poignant heart to its brim. A wind now blows this dog eared page, And I dully chase it with some rage, To find it stuck to the old gum tree, And as I see the page I begin to read all about me…………….. Silently laid my eyes, Upon other tattered page piles, Littered outside, The garden far side……………………..

Details | Enclosed Rhyme | |

A Dog's Last Journey, Revised

Walking down the road, hungry and cold,
The dog whimpered, not knowing she was old,
Nor did she know that the man she loved,
Was trying to send her to Heaven above.

The old dog had cancer and her head would ache,
She shivered and found it was hard to stay awake,
She lay down at last, still fighting the pain
And thought of the warm house as it started to rain.

The dog had been true and had loved the man
who knew his dog was worth more than His plans,
He turned and drove back to help his old friend,
And found her fighting the pain right up to the end.

He picked up his dog and stroked the gray head,
Then drove the dog home and placed her in bed,
Turned on soft music and gazed long at his pet,
Then with hot tears of sorrow, took her to the vet.

He held his friend tightly as the vet gave the last shot,
The dog licked her friend's hand as Her world became dark.

Details | I do not know? | |


I feel like a dog chasing his tail
Like I’m sailing on a sea in a stormy gale
Like a seashell lost in a hurricane
I have nobody but myself to blame

Like I’m road kill swollen up in the sun
Like my life has all came undone
Like I’m an old bone on which the dog likes to chew
To the end of my rope what else is to do

Like an egg dropped off a ten foot wall
Like I’m running when I’m trying to fall
There is nowhere else left to go
Like being tossed to and fro

Like away from the world I want to be hid
I feel bad about what I went and did
Like I want to bid everyone good bye
I want to smile, but I just cry

Like a tornado twists about a tree
That’s the way my life will be
Just like a bear that wants to be fed
And like a traveler that hasn’t a bed 

My flight is hard and my journey’s long
Melancholy is my song
Like a grave yard in the darkest night
Don’t worry ‘bout me, I’ll be alright 

Details | Free verse | |

Kill Room

Unforgiving cemented ground
Chaotic yearning echos 'round
Breathing seething sour fume
Hollow icebox makeshift tomb

Details | ABC | |

Prince Obi Wan

Prince Obi Wan is not a morning dog, you see —
He grumbles and he fusses, when awakened,
Just like me!

Wherever I am, You will find him there,
He is my flame through time,
That shall never fail,
With him, I have not one fear,

He howls his complaints,
When things do not quite go his way –
Yet even still, he is the best part,
Of any given day!

He sings with heart, for all to hear,
He gives each song, all he has,
That is –
My Prince Obi Wan, my little fur-man,
Now his body has gone,
Yet even still, his spirit remains,
I feel him each place I go,
He will always be with me,
This I absolutely know.

Details | I do not know? | |

Magical Fairy Dust

I hear a bubbling sound
as you would while boiling water
I watch you with sadness in my eyes
as the white sparkling MAGICAL FAIRY DUST 
transforms to liquid
with its unruly smell of chemicals
the kind used for household cleaning
As I sit in the chair of hopelessness
has lost its white sparkle
turning to smoke of grey
lost is not the magic the
I sit anxiously like a child
waiting for the magic show to begin
What will the magic bring
I can only guess
Will it leave me feeling lonely
as if my best friend has gone away
Terrified like a mother and child
being separated in a large crowd
Feeling like an unwanted dog
being left at the dog pound
There are rare times of love
Remembering back to our cherished times
so long ago
Cuddling like a child would 
with its warm furry teddy bear
Laughing resembling a crowd
at a comedy show
The magic show has begun
but i'm not the audience tonight
has taken my best friend away
Here I sit on the cold worn out cement
in front of the dog pound
Reminiscing how wonderful life was

Details | Rhyme | |

Memory Walks

I took them for a walk today, down pathways where they used to play.
The trees and rocks, the grassy lawns, each stop and start as we moved on:
Now so imbedded in my mind; I’d see it still if I were blind.

I took them for a walk today and spilled some tears along the way,
But never saw it to its end, never turned that final bend . .
For sadness overcame my time . . those walks now only in my mind.

Details | Ballad | |

Low Man Is Due

A low man is due...
My eyes seek reality,
My fingers feel for faith.
Touch clean with a dirty hand,
I touch the clean to the waste.
I fall cause I let go,
The net below has rot away.
And I cry to the alleyway,
Confess all to the rain.
But I lie straight to the mirror,
The one I've broken to match my face.
The fire is so warm,
But nowhere safe from the storm.
And I can't bear to see,
What I've let me be.
So wicked and worn.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.
So low the sky is all I see,
All I want from you is forgive me.
My eyes seek reality,
And my fingers seek my veins.
There's a dog at your back step,
He must come in from the rain.
But you bring that poor dog in from the rain,
Though he just wants right back out again.
So my fingers feel for faith,
And my eyes seek reality.
So as I write to you,
Of what is done and to do.
Maybe you'll understand,
I won't cry for this man.
Cause low man is due.

Details | ABC | |


Man's best friend or "just a dog"
I've had this debate forever 
But my dog is something,different,unique
Something otherworldly..however...
Aries is his name...he's tan and white 
With deep and soulful brown eyes 
This "I'm just a dog" and I know nothing's
Very obviously a disguise 
Did you ever wonder for just a split second
If there was more to your pet than you 
If maybe,just maybe..this lovely creature 
knew more about your destiny than YOU!!!
You see I don't wonder this,I take it as fact 
And MANY have called me insane 
But sit and stay are just a teeny glimpse of 
what's being held in his brain 
She's sad she's mad she's hurting right 
now and he's licked the tears off my face 
If you can't tell THAT is a guardian angel 
then that is a sad sad disgrace 
These pets that we love are here for a 
reason,placed in our lives just so 
For reasons like the people are placed in 
our lives,reasons we may never know
The only thing I seem to know for sure is 
that dog is my only true friend
He has been since birth and always will be 
now until the very end
Corny I know,a poem about a pet that says 
oh I love you and you ate so cute 
But the next time you take a good look at 
scrappy...just they know more 
than we do??? 

Details | Narrative | |

Its whats in side

All I wanted was a show dog 
A dog to run and play
A beautiful and talented dog
But it all changed the night 
The night that three legged dog showed up 
Like a gift from god
He’s weary limps weren’t beautiful
He couldn’t run but tried and I watched him drag his leg 
But then he turns and runs towards me 
And I forget everything I just thought 
As he jumps into my arms
I hug him as though there is no difference

Details | Free verse | |

Goodbye Teddy

Goodbyes, they seem to consume me
Too often in my life
People are departing and friends moving on

And yesterday was another
To a friend that I loved
Who loved me back 
That I know.
And my hurting is so great
Like I have lost a child
And the tears flow freely
As I hold on to memories.

He was my dog,
And you might laugh
He was my friend
And he had my heart
He was so faithful
And he never complained
He was a part of me
I’ll never be the same

He was getting old
And his legs where failing
Sometimes he would fall
And he couldn’t get up
He would bark for me
To lend him a hand
And with that smile in his eyes
He would thank me again.

I didn’t want him to suffer
And I didn’t want him gone
The decision was so hard
I kept putting it off and on
But then came yesterday
And I knew that it was too long
And I wasn’t being fair
To leave him was wrong

I called him and he came
And I put him in the car
And I took him to the vet
He just trusted me so much
He followed along
Just like a lamb
I wonder if he knew
Just what I had planned

I told the vet 
What I wanted done
He said it was for the best
The dog was not very strong
He took out his shaver
And he clipped off some hair
Then bought out the needle
With green stuff in there
He checked with me once
And asked if I was right
I nodding my head
Didn’t trust my voice 
And slowly and carefully
He slipped in the point
And pressed on the plunger
And the green stuff went home

That dog did not whimper
Not any sound at all
He lay there so trusting
He looked like a saint
Then suddenly he slumped 
And the needle was spent
The vet checked his heartbeat
And said it was gone.

I loved him, I loved him
And I miss him so much
I hope that his happy
In the new world that his at
No more pain for that dear dog
No more fear 
No more falls
No more thunder to scare him
No more pain in his joints
No more visions he can’t see
No more sounds he can’t hear
No more knowing in this world
He can’t do what he could.

I love you my Teddy dog
You where such a good friend
And I wish you the very best
In this new world where you’ve gone
I hope you’ll forgive me
For the end that you had
And hope that you know Ted
I loved you so much.


Details | Narrative | |


All I waned was a show dog 
A dog to run and play
A beautiful and talented dog
But it all changed the night 
The night that three legged dog showed up 
Like a gift from god
He’s weary limps weren’t beautiful
He couldn’t run but tried and I watched him drag his leg 
But then he turns and runs towards me 
And I forget everything I just thought 
As he jumps into my arms
I hug him as though there is no difference

Details | I do not know? | |

Smoking Gun

A child with a gun under the table.
Click, click, click tells its unstable.
The blast echoes in the air.
Silence falls full of despair.
Parents are out having a good time.
The sitter is talking on the phone, does not see the child climb.
Father is a police man.
Leaving out his weapons is were the accident began.
A pool of blood was spreading under the table.
Click, click, click the bullet enters the head from the gun that was unstable.
A dog sat beside his master.
He watched the whole disaster.
A clock gathering dust on the shelve.
The hand moves when it hits twelve.
Paying the sitter that wasn't watching him.
All of them come in the kitchen.
Yelling the boys name, passing the table again and again.
The man sees the dog that doesn't move.
The night wasn't going to improve.
The gun still in the child hand under the table.
Click,click, click blood splattered on the gun that was unstable.
Woman screams.
Man sees nothing as if a dream.
Father is a police man  .
Leaving out his weapons is were the accident began.
Think about the consequences if you leave your guns out.
This may happen if you have doubt.
A child with a gun under the table.
Click, click, click tells its unstable.

Details | Free verse | |

The Dog

The Dog 
I am a dog now tied to all the living 
not a sumo wrestler or even a boxer 
i am not a mighty man 
i am a base thing yes a thing despised 
wormy and depressed 
poor with or without sores 
wearing whatever i can find 
eating food but drinking no more wine 
i just do not have the time or inclination 
to keep money in my pocket 
to be burried with 
i am just a myth 
a person to be handled 
handle it 

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A Man Alone

A glass of merlot lies on the iridescent glass table-
He clenches the latest read in his moist palms,
Glasses sit aimlessly on the bridge of his nose
Eyes wandering from the book, he leans down to sniff at the wine,
‘Delicious’ he murmurs to no one in particular
For he is alone,
Lonely and seemingly always alone
He does not favor human contact over any other form of contact
All contact comes from his delightful Jack Russell Terrier,
With ears of cocoa and squat hairs of impure white,
This animal is his life, 
Forever unchained the dog always lays beside him
That dog holds more joy than his life ever will,
For there is no support,
In his lifestyle,
He will soon find himself,
Alone and deceased.