I AM SIMPLY JUST A MUTT. // poetry

I am a mutt.

I am a mutt.

I snarl; my teeth tinged with crimson dried.

My fur is matted and I am cold. 

Even so, you took me in. 

You kept me warm and my stomach full

And I felt loved for the very first time.

Yet, 

I bite and bare my crooked teeth.

I don't quite understand why.

This bitter cycle repeats 

Until you try again no more.

So now, I lay against the frozen concrete,

Returning so often to your door,

Awaiting your warm embrace once more.

I swear, I am sorry.

I don't know why I bite after all.