Hiding Alone


   I always wanted my own dog.
   Someone to sit under the table with me.
   Fuzzy warm animal to hug,
   When too much shouting from above.

   "You can't have a dog!
   Too many fleas,
    Ticks you may not see!
   As for a fuzzy warm to hug,
   Go get your teddy bear.
   He's a big lug!"

   I've hugged all the fur off my old teddy bear.
   He only has one eye.
   The other in a corner,
   Over there.

   I still want my own dog.
   To sit under the table with me.
   Warm and fuzzy to pet,
   While the shouting continues from above.
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