Just A Mangy Old Dog Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Just A Mangy Old Dog

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it was a cur,
homeless
walking
out on the country road.

its eyes
were
not wild or cunning
but
they were defeated.

ribs showed thru
the thinning
patches of fur
as it
walked
with its tail down.

we set out
some
food and water.

it slowly approached
and
smelling
the food
overcame
its fear and caution
and
wolfed down the food.

we gave it some more.

it ate it too.

it wouldn't leave
and
we knew
we couldn't keep it.

so
for a
couple of days
we fed
and
watered it
and
treated it
with a kindness
it hadn't seen in a while.

but,
we
had
to call the humane society.

the day
they came
to pick it up
it looked at us
and
i knew
then
that it liked us.

for days
afterward
i felt so guilty
for
probably
sentencing it
to death.


(5-03-2005)

Saturday, September 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: animals,dog,respect
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