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Sunday, February 19, 2017

The Barking Dog

his echoing bark opened curious windows
his whimper carried through the wind;
speaking words no ears could understand

his vengeful heart explained his duty,
hoping his cry would affect the
unwanted being

that mouth could simply swallow
hands behind fingers as
grinning teeth compliment black skin

a story forms in the unwanted’s mind
he returns the favor by replying with
his own hideous yelp

“Bark at me so, screaming creature,
but do not blame me for
being the reflection in your eye.”

©Andrea Laws (author) 2008. All rights reserved.