Happening Apon Bell's Dinner Poem by Vincent Cibelli

Bell you have the wilderness
Of a dayton, Maryland suburb
as your territory. Reigning,
Though at your size,
I suspect serving
Or sneaking; you are made for both.
Outlaw are you, clawed and fanged,
For the fences of some
Will not hold you.
Even if at your own house
You are made to eat last,
Run off from affection,
Made to bare the cruelity
Of the animalistic mind!
Still you are freer
Than you persacutors;
They, with their indifference!
I rally for your pardon
At every known sanction of cruelty.
Never shall I win you favor
Always shall you have my love