Monday, May 13, 2013

Black Dog. A poem

There's a bark, ill tempered, heard in the distance
Nearer a beaten dog whines
An inky blackness slips past you in the corner of your eye
It is a lie
But misery loves company
Not the company of others
No, the company of one
It loves to wrap its lead around ankles
Take a trip with the black dog
It sits on your chest a breathes its slavver in your face
Chains of drool linking and locking you together
Off to the left a black cloud hovers searching
But one bark from the midnight dog and it flees
Unable to contend.
Keep your dog on a leash the sign says
But sometimes it slips away and someone gets mauled
An innocent, a family member.
Woof.



Sent from my BlackBerry smartphone from Virgin Media

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