#1670 - to own creature

 

1670

5.239

27.viii.24

to own creature

poem for international dog day

 

to belong

to be abreast of

 

among all our effects

they named

who cannot

 

to feed the biting hand

restrain

till tether does us both

 

these primitives

traipse after too

chase tail

and lick

 

this as if love

a kind captivity

 

the handling

and the breed

to have

 

everyday adorable

lifelong

supplicant

 

and you’ll say

‘not for sale’

 

no one would buy anyway

mange mutt

 

left at home to whine

whom only owner could pet

 

rude in the undercarriage

nor is there privacy

but rub

 

we kennel them

they walk us

 

nights out and would kill

so much alike we are

 

best friend and kept the ages safe

when just the fire was to our backs

stars were so much higher

 

and sometimes to the slaughter too

marked down for a quick sale

 

then who’s a cuddly culprit

without the form of words?

 

may I call these my fences?

once tree, ore in the ground

 

I see them jump eye sly

the pride of wallabies

 

and watch the dream go by