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Thursday, January 17, 2008

Sonnet XVII

Although it’s silly, anxious thoughts stay near.
Dogs scare me, loudly barking constantly.
I don’t know why those canines are beloved.
But fear is foolish, dogs are victims here.

Domestication is so very sad.
Dogs live their lives, subservient to our kind,
Dependent on our kindness for their lives.
We give them treats, or not if they are bad.

But still, we claim we bring them happiness.
However, they seem more like pliant toys.
Should animals be forced to please our whims?
We’re stuck in ruts that we can’t think of less.

I wonder if we’re just like locked-up dogs.
Our lives are trapped, we’re caught against our wills.

1 comment:

  1. wow, that's a good thought there! But I don't think we are forcing them to do our whims. We are forcing them, but that's only if they go into another house or mess everything up, or something bad that we don;t even let our own children do. I think most people treat dogs like their children. Yes, the dogs depend on us, that's why they're loyal and subservient. ...I think you already know this, Mike.


A word is dead
When it is said,
Some say.

I say it just
Begins to live
That day.

- Emily Dickinson

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