poetry by j matthew waters

come here boy

the bichon is on to something
he knows better
about going outside
where the dangers have crept
from the country to the city
over a period of
less than a dog’s life

chester didn’t used to be this way
but the latest barrage
of borrowed artillery
has taken its toll on his fragility
has left him second guessing
every single move he’s made
since he was a baby

july two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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4 thoughts on “come here boy

  1. I can relate to him..
    Second guessing everything.. yup. That’s me alright. Brilliant poem sweet John

  2. cyberbonn on said:

    every one good to great, keep em comin

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