Pooch - Fable
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Pooch - Fable
My tail still wags
though slow o'er time
both eyes sink low
equal ears that droop
A grunt is heard
a bowl-filled treats
later a door opens
a dying day's light
Slam sounds behind me
many souls in passing
tree shadows now grow
mumbling distorts the calm
My wags made brief
as faces turn away
harsh scolds at me
tail stills body shivers
Rebukes back to mumbles
home as door slams
treats gone lapping water
a corner waits for me
Servile since my birth
oldest puppy on earth
I've long shook Heaven's gate
now I dream and wait...
"When I die,
will he cry?"
2021 February 12
*3rd Place*
Fabled Musings
~~Joseph May
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2021
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