The Nightly News
The nightly news gets only worse,
I swear the world’s incurred a curse.
My dog lays on my lap untouched
by what I see and hear so much.
I stare into his soft brown eyes,
he stares back with some surprise.
And in my to-myself monologue
wish I had, like him, been born a dog.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2023
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