Sunday, 10 March 2013

At the Dog Pound


My body shook with fear

Locked in now at the dog pound 

Just an outsider



My master gone away

As I was seen barking there

At the front window

 

First  trapped, written up, and

Touched intimately over every part

Then caged, cruelly housed

 

By German Shepherds

Now snarling, snapping at me

Oh, for those old days

 

And bounding along

Over reserves and chasing

A ball on a spree

 

My picture painted

Now let me look in your eyes

Use me, choose me, please.

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10 comments:

  1. Ann (bunnygirl)10 March 2013 at 21:52

    So sad that so many animals end up in shelters and euthanized each year. I wish there was a way to save them all and give them happy lives.

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  2. Sharp Little Pencil10 March 2013 at 22:54

    Robin, this made me cry. You have captured the soul of a dog we all hope will be rescued... You have a big heart, my friend. Thanks for your potent comment on the "voyage from Africa" poem about slavery. Peace, Amy

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  3. J Cosmo Newbery11 March 2013 at 00:31

    Pathos plus!

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  4. Stan Ski11 March 2013 at 06:48

    I can just see myself falling for those eyes...

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  5. brenda w11 March 2013 at 06:53

    Such sadness at the pound. While I know the dogs would love a visit, my eyes overflow in doggy jail. Excellent write! Both of our dogs are from the pound.

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  6. Anonymous11 March 2013 at 07:06

    What an excellent point of view to work with. These are fantastic and chilling:

    "First trapped, written up, and
    Touched intimately over every part
    Then caged, cruelly housed"

    "Use me, choose me, please"

    Definitely my favorite parts.

    ~indie

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  7. Veronica Roth11 March 2013 at 09:15

    Oh Old, this is so unfair! Chloe's been after me since last Sept to get this one dog from the SPCA. I keep resisting and then she was adopted in Dec and I breathed a sigh of relief but then her new owners surrendered her back to the SPCA and now we are going to take her for a walk today! And then you write this lovely whirl about eyes and cages...what am I going to do now?

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  8. Heidi11 March 2013 at 23:41

    This is an excellent example of showing verses telling and it makes me miss my sweet Emma!I think she rescued me more than I rescued her. Thanks for the sweet poem.
    And I think Veronica (above) has a dog in her near future.

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  9. Anonymous13 March 2013 at 08:19

    Used to go to the pound often, just to visit. Don't do that any more, would want to bring them all home and that's not allowed. Thanks for your vivid word picture,

    Elizabeth

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  10. George S Batty14 March 2013 at 06:23

    so many lost dogs...so much abuse...so many cruel people...so many stone hearts...so many lost souls...
    nice poem

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