Wild Dog

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

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s