Pets Should Be Beloved Not Beaten
In the misty drifts that blocked my view
a certain figure became clearer.
A man with a cane and a mean scowl too
walked up the sidewalk and drew nearer.
I heard loud shouts as I squinted my eyes
then I noticed him dragging a little pup.
It was on a chain and emitted sharp cries
with a look on it's face of giving up.
He kicked the pup and screamed at it too.
Called it names and kicked it again.
I felt my anger intense and true
rushing like lightening to my brain.
Not one more thought but for hurting this brute
harming a defenseless pet as he did.
I kicked him repeatedly with my boot.
Knocked him out with a garbage can lid!
I freed the pup and we made our escape
into the city streets and beyond.
Feeling like Superman minus his cape
we made our way to my grandma's pond.
Now a brand new home that puppy had
and I had vented my teenage fury.
So it seems some good came from the bad.
To that nasty old man I was judge and jury!
written by Deb Wilson
September 7th,2014 for Jared's contest
Copyright © Deb Wilson | Year Posted 2014
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