The Unheard Hound
The hurriedly hushed
hound who
passionately persists
to pant and pound
out his hazy half hummed howl
holding its pale painted
point into view .
Wishing that each
and every word
would be like
a blissful
bird of buoyant blue.
Gracefully growing
up firm fresh
and free.
Fully flying off
into someone
else’s ears
to tenderly
tell his heart
touched tales
trembling within
life’s trampled
trails of tears .
Forever frozen within
The flashing fragility of fear.
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