Tucker
Tucker is our eighty pound Dogo
Argentino family pet.
Under foot is where he lays.
Creeping into the kitchen at the
smell of food; hoping, if he’s lucky
he’ll get a crumb, or two.
Keeps me tripping; he’s leading,
then he abruptly stops, to see if
you are still behind.
Evening and morning; you see
two shadows, one is mine, the
other is not.
Rotten; spoiled beyond repair.
He doesn’t know he is a dog,
he thinks he is human.
Copyright © Madalyn Rosario | Year Posted 2016
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