There is no sound outside of the box.
And in the box is one sad dog.
And one sad sound.
A whine.
A depressed dog, impossible! They assumed.
Outside of the box,
is one sad world
in front of her.
She can't reach it,
but she misses it.
She watches it ever so slowly rotate,
and she whines as the box floats farther and farther away from
blue and green home.
Can dogs think?
Yes.
And she thinks,
"Will I be out here forever?"
This poem is based on another one of my stories, Greyhound in Space. A sad space dog that was sent out for "science," when she just wanted to be a home dog.
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PoesíaThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
