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middle aged man
twenty-six inch green bike black dog trotting behind valiantly trying not to stumble through the hike black dog tied to the seat un-slackened rope tugging side to side I'm worried black dog will fall into a heap man is so unaware seems man doesn't care black dog is lagging dragging both lame feet behind its too unkind how he's hurrying as fast as he can pink tongue lolling out both back paws limping and sore hot footing gingerly from one to the other back and forth but a dog is not a street sweeper so it makes me wonder if middle aged man knows what a real dog is for? I try to catch up to give the man a piece of my mind middle aged man can't hear me shouting due to Broadway's traffic horns honking I can't catch up to him I'm lagging further behind his music's a-blasting he is in his own world ignorant or blind to the cruelty he's tasking I'm thinking of the dog gritting and grinding my teeth willing this rider to stop pull on this man like I had his leash but, oh no... now he's darting through traffic the dog dodges a near miss ignorant man is now an idiot only in tune to his own musical bliss I'm angry I'm sad this looks pretty bad if only in this dog were mine he'd have only the best I wouldn't make him pass any compliance tests nor be distracted by a phone this dog might be better off on his own someone who found him might prove to be the better bet black dog is a dot now the man on green bike barely seen still dragging his best friend not caring about his discomfort or pain I'd take the dog for a hamburger I'd take him to the park I'd take him wherever he wanted to go I'd brag about his intelligence and how he was smarter than smart I'd love him when he had an accident I'd love him if he ate a delivered pizza or two dog lives are shorter I'd love mine two times two billion and two dog hearts are so open and he'd trust in me too I wish this dog could have a do-over dog lives are shorter. ******************** legal copyright for this poem/work and also for this author Melissa A Howells and also for this legally copyrighted site title Meloo Straight From Her Tilt-a-World I entered this poem and it didn't take the first time around so I did my best to try to recall what I wrote...not sure I succeeded. Probably will come back and rewrite portions of it. Re-edited April 14th 2018/ 3:54PM PST I actuallly saw this actual scenario/even downtown today. I was livid. I wanted to take the black lab home with me. This is so wrong. Dogs are not meant to run behind a bike..ever. How stupid and thoughtless and, when it really comes down to it...cruel and abusive. February 28 2018 4:59pm PST edited for clarity and spelling 4/7/2018 2:14pm PST Vote for this poem |
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