Wild dogs growled
at my brother
and Daddy
declared war on em
down by the creek.
I cringed
when I heard
their dying yelps
from where I stood
on the porch.
Wild dogs growled
at my brother
and Daddy
declared war on em
down by the creek.
I cringed
when I heard
their dying yelps
from where I stood
on the porch.
your poetry always brings back memories for me…this one made me remember the time grandpa killed his rabbits. my sister and me thought of them as pets and played with them like kittens all summer..I’ll never forget the sounds of them rabbits dying or the idea grandpa had that we was gonna eat them….
once again. a great poem. thanks.
Thanks, Connetta, that is the most wonderful compliment. I try to capture experiences from my life, hoping they will touch other people and bless them. It means a lot when someone tells you that you’ve done the thing you hoped to do.