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The B-Tch

I watch in horror.

How long can I allow this to continue?
She spasms like an animal.
Life trickles out of her.

Oh, my heart.
Oh, my poor, darling b*tch.

Hungry - but I'm not the one who can feed you.
Sick - but I'm not the one who can cure you.
Broken - but I'm not the one who can heal you.

The one we love doesn't have the strength to get rid of you.
I will do what must be done.

Close your eyes ...
Just one prick of the needle -
and all will be well.
All will be forgotten ...
For you ...

Then, tomorrow, you will bound again in the meadows
searching so eagerly for the one who can feed you.

24 April 2023

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Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 4/25/2023 11:16:00 AM Hello J I. Thomas F. so nice to meet you. It hurts when a pet is sick, and the peron that is the pdet parent can not help the pet. So watches with rears in their eyes. It is stressful and the pet parents cries for the loss of their pet daughter or pet son. Haave a nice day my friend. Login to Reply J. I. Thomas F. Date: 4/25/2023 7:34:00 PM no worries! I've been told a poem can be true in ways beyond that which its creator intends. Thanks for reading, and same to you! Darlene De Beaulieu Date: 4/25/2023 3:56:00 PM Hello J>I> Thomas, okay thank you for telling me. I am sorry I got it wrong. It is nice to meet you. Keep on creating poetry. Enjoy your evening my friend. J. I. Thomas F. Date: 4/25/2023 3:38:00 PM Thanks - yeah, I realize this poem is more widely interpretable than I originally thought when I was writing it. No dog's in trouble! The "b*tch" is a metaphor for my heart.