THALIA'S BARK
My dog’s name is Thalia—
she barks when her tummy’s empty,
barks if she wants my attention,
and barks when a stranger wanders too near,
as if she owns the whole block.
One afternoon in the kitchen,
she just wouldn’t stop.
I figured—alright, food again—
so I scooped her a bowl.
But nope. Still barking her head off.
Curious, I went out to see what was going on.
And there she was—curled up on the sofa,
out cold, not a care in the world.
So… who was in my kitchen?
I was halfway to the car,
still trying to puzzle it out,
when a voice broke in—
“Wake up, Madison, we’re almost late!”
That’s when it hit me—
I’d been chasing a dream all along.
And like life itself,
it showed me that friends may be found anywhere,
but when the truth sinks in,
you see the ones who matter most
are those who’ve stood beside you
through thick and thin.
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