Saturday, August 10, 2013
Bad Dogs
They lay sleeping on the bed
debris spread out on the floor,
cushions chewed,
silk flowers torn,
carpet pulled out through the doggie door.
They barked when I arrived
so glad I was home
until they heard my guttural roar
their tails between their legs
they quivered in a corner...
I was the beast
after all, they were doing
what every dog does
not good or bad...
it is just the way they are.
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