Poems about Animals
It started out as punishment,
and I deserved it.
A kick here, a punch there, a night without supper.
I am a stray dog living in fear and uncertainty everyday
Trying to find a way.
Wondering, "What will happen next?"
Friday December 14 before the attendance sheets could be magneted to the outside of the door. It pulls up.
Charcoal dark hooves, They sink in the sand
And support the weight of wool.
The pure beast shakes its head, brays,
I forced the large bundle of pills down my throat, followed by an ample amount of water drowning out the thin layer of paste coating my e
