He bites me
when I try to put his leash on,
when I raise my legs into bed,
sometimes when I tie my shoes.
He snarls at other dogs,
lunges at children and bicycles,
digs holes in the drywall,
chews legs off the chairs.
He wants to be a good dog, I say.
Doesn't jump on the furniture,
sleeps at the foot of my bed,
comes when he's called.
"Love him until you can't," says a stranger with two dogs.
"Then find another place for him."
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Running with the Dog (Atty)
PoesíaPerhaps it should read "walking" but that seldom happens. A series of dog poems in many forms: haiku, tanka, cinquain, haibun, pantoum, modern sonnet, sestina, free verse, glosa, and a rhyming poem.
