And My Arnold Spoke Up

You bought me as your loving pet; well trained and tamed,
From a cattle-fair; I was two; handsome; zestful;
You did not like cats and dogs as they turned nuisance - 
I heard you saying to my owner when questioned...

You, further, wished your pet to work for you with love,
Carry you safe, far and wide, as a chauffeur does, 
Guard your house, like a watchman, with whistle-like cries,
Entertain your wife, children and friends when needed...

For a few weeks you had fed me so benignly,
With silage, roughage, grains, oil seeds and rich fodders,
To find a friend in you first, I felt so happy; 
Why this love of yours, like waning moon, diminished...?

To your single bullock-cart you tied me neck-tight,
Walked me to the carpenter who had made yolks,
I never imagined that this wooden sculptor 
And the cart would become my constant task-masters...!

Running recklessly carrying you to joy rides,
Working tirelessly in your forest-like grain-fields,
Your ration to me got shrunk to bran and water,
As though to keep my breath within my skeleton...!

Castration quashed my creative reproduction,
Nails of my iron shoes pieced my flesh and bone,
Nose-rope shut down my sense of smell absolutely,
Lashes of your whip tore open my skin and veins...

I had collapsed, often, drained-off my energy! 
You thrashed me; never thought of feeding or quenching,
Your pet turned skin and bone; reaching the brink of grave.
Will you find a butcher now, to cash on my death...?

I'll obey; because I still have some love for you;
I shall sacrifice myself; yet, with a warning;
Younger breeds are mot so kind; they might hit you back;
You might kick-the-bucket; if you so ill-treat them...!


26 June 2022
Personification- Pets Talking Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
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La France Avatar
July 21, 2022 at 9:40 AM
Christuraj, your poem is so sad I had and have tears reading it, such cruelity. Congratulations on your win in my contest, blessings ~ Constance
Fowler Avatar
July 20, 2022 at 7:57 AM
Wow! What a great personification and the poor creature. Few men know how to commune with the non-human. And they have so much to tell us! Linda
Jones Avatar
July 2, 2022 at 8:18 AM
Your story deserves a win! Congrats!
George Avatar
July 1, 2022 at 9:25 PM
This is such a touching story Chris. You have written it in such a way that I felt like crying..... ! The warning at the end is so striking ! Congratulations dear friend on your win.....
Poet Avatar
July 1, 2022 at 12:40 PM
Congratulations on your win, Alex. You penned such an incredible poem. Blessings
Goldsmith Avatar
July 1, 2022 at 9:43 AM
Congratulations on this win. WOW!!! What a sad write. Was it true or just a write??? Have a great/blessed~~day/weekend writing away.......................
Alex Avatar
July 1, 2022 at 11:44 AM
Thank you very much. God Bless You!
Rose  Avatar
June 26, 2022 at 4:15 PM
Such a creative piece, your personified it to the T, good luck in the contest, :)
Alex Avatar
July 1, 2022 at 11:44 AM
Thank you very much. God Bless You!
Dietrich Avatar
June 26, 2022 at 1:40 PM
wow, this is so interesting, taking the point of view of an abused dog. It's very sad that this kind of thing happens all the time, not just to animals but even to some poor kids and grown women!!
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