Caren Krutsinger Poet Free verse

She Was As Mean As a Wild Dog

She was as mean as a wild dog

She growled at him
with her fierceness, but
he kept trying, because he recognized
sad when he saw it, 

sad masked as mean.

She snarled at him, and snapped, and
it kept him at bay for awhile, but
he was not a give-up man.

So he stayed, and tried hard. 
She let him almost touch her 
shoulder once, without flinching.

But then she remembered how hurt
she had been by another man, so she
got angry, and she forgot herself, 

and she
bit his hand, 
tearing the flesh with 
her jagged, sharp nasty teeth,
smiling at his mournful howl, 

They danced this dance many times,
before he finally left, giving up, feeling sad
as he was the only one who knew
how scared she was under her angry meanness.

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Kim Rodrigues December 4, 2018 at 4:42 PM What a fantastic write! One must give up eventually! To be loved is to be vulnerable! Caren Krutsinger December 5, 2018 at 12:14 AM I see this in children who have been terribly sad, three-year-olds who come into PreK, snarling, already hopeless.

Rhona Mcferran December 4, 2018 at 3:55 PM Very aptly described, and sad but true-to-life in the end... well written, my friend! Caren Krutsinger December 5, 2018 at 12:14 AM So so true. And so sad.

M. L. Kiser December 4, 2018 at 3:00 PM Whew! That was rough. Caren Krutsinger December 5, 2018 at 12:15 AM I do not always bite, but I am a biter when backed into a corner. Kidding? Not really...

Sand Blown December 4, 2018 at 5:15 AM so true...many reside a prisoner within themselves...a 'child' hiding behind a bully persona...fear protecting fear Caren Krutsinger December 4, 2018 at 8:48 AM I always take from personal experience, of course. GRRRRRR