Me, good dog, he often told me,

Warm voice, smell of tweed and leather

Warm voice: good dog, dog treat?

I look in his eyes, his brown eyes

See love for a good dog.

Yes, good dog.

 

Me like the mountains, clear clean air

Carries the echo of my barking, bark, bark, bark;

Cool streams to lap from, forests, walks,

A bouquet of pine-smells and almonds, sweet.

 

Me hate the bangs, the fireworks now, bang bang

All around me, want to hide, but the forest is gone

No lair to go to ground, just hard yard, to pee and go in,

And the bangs, even in my sleep, bang, bang, bang.

 

Me hate the woman, hate her.

She kicks me when he is gone.

Sharp, nasty, pointed shoes

Hard as her pointed face: curl up hurt

And whimper in a corner, always

With the bangs outside, bang, bang, bang.

 

Me think of the old days,

Good dog. Looking into his eyes, tears now,

He comes to find me, his fond hand

Strokes my ears. Good dog, yes.

Dog treat? Yes.

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