The wool hung to his surroundings,
There he stood over his prey that lay lifeless within his mouth's reach, Even the nearby echo of a gun did not startle him, Why did we have to take him home that day? The wool was flooding in red, My eyes could not comprehend the sight, Five years ago we took you in to our home, But now you bring misery to our door. We cannot protect you from your cruel nature, You brought us happiness and joy, Emptied our wallets with your toys, Run away for no more can we look. Say good-bye alive than force us to poison your veins, A pup at heart but a monster on land, Now run free from our mitts, Forgive you we cannot.
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The first time I saw him, I knew it was too late,
Rules... I set them hoping he'd obey, I was filled with a feeling of empowerment over a situation I knew I could never really control, He was always that pup that needed his lead pulled. Five years passed and I can no longer linger behind him, A selfish pup, that brings nothing but destruction to his own path, If only it was as simple as stealing my shoe, Yet, I cared and protected him. A fool who set rules but just as easily forgave his disobedience and barking, 'One strike only' threats were overlooked, If I were a judge, would I have let him away so easily? Well, now I just let him run away without his tag hoping he'll never return. |
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