The Dog Next Door Poem by Tony Adah

She was the wild docile type
Loyal only within the confines
Of the master's house.
Of puppies it littered a legion
Like the sand on the beach.

When hunger came knocking on her door
She threw loyalty to the wind
And howled a thousand barks
With the yawning puppies
Like a prayer session in a Pentecostal church.

She barked and howled and growled
At the rain, sun and wind
And brawled even with her master
While her puppies looked on
Grunting and internalizing her acts.