You’ve got me backed into a corner,
Five of you. Grubby-handed. Little monsters, half-grown,
fangs all bared, fingers pointing. What do you want?
Closing, closer. Leave me be! I just want
peace, I just want
to be left alone. Fingers wiggling, strange cooing
hissing out. I don’t-
I don’t know this threat display, I don’t-
I don’t have a bark left to warn with, I don’t-
have any choice left here in my corner. Down in my
corner where I used to be safe – how quickly homes
can turn to graves – how quickly
can I yelp and bite the grubby fingers-
How quickly can ignorance
lead to pain
Wild Dog
