An Important Object
Chasing squirrels yesterday afternoon
***I lost sight of my human.
***And then some big baboon
threw me in a van and we were zoomin’
towards another part of town. He halt-
***ed, hauled me out, and dragged
***me toward a cage. Whose fault
was it I ended up in here? I wagged
my tail to no avail and spent the night
***in this prison-like place.
***I understood the fright
in yelps and howls. Some of them would pace,
as if they kept a vigil, till done in.
***This morning my good master
***ushered me out. His sin?
My dog tag vanished. Ergo this disaster.
Last edited by Martin Elster; 01-26-2010 at 02:18 PM.
Reason: revision
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