Working on more poems for my creative writing class.
Decided to focus on my dog, Piper~ She's five months old.
The sun snatches at her pelt
Through plastic leaves.
Her claws toss the
Skin sliding across bone and sinew
With savage power.
Vice grip focused on a stray bra
She found beneath the bed.
Twin black pools blink twice,
Reflecting fish-eyed faces.
I want to say,
"Well done. Carry on."
Seep back into the leather thicket
And save myself her shattered heart.
But I am King of this foreign plane.
Her beautiful savagery must learn to bow,
Kiss my hand,
And be grateful for only half a soul.