Sorry| Short Poem

They poisoned the dogs in my street

They said I can no longer give them food to eat

But I’d always eat half my plate

Save it for midnight

When it’s much too late

Then I go running with the wild dogs

They poisoned the dogs in my street

And I still refuse to eat, the food on my plate

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Monsters

I see monsters in the park, impatiently cursing the sun missing the dark.

I see paws digging beneath a stone.

Tail wagging so happy to find his old bone.

While his owner impatiently waits to make the drive back home.