a couple's dilema with their dogs. |
She was a vegetarian. A kind heart, Never angry, A good soul, Never cruel. “Never eat the living” she’d say, “For the living is like you and I. You wouldn’t eat me would you?” She’d ask. And I’d look at her And wry a wry smile And chuckle the question away. And then one day There was a problem And the dogs had to be put down. For they went wild Killed a child All of a sudden, And half a dozen Squirrels, And luckily (somehow) We were not to blame. But the shame, And Horror And guilt, That she felt, Forced it’s way to her heart And she was forced to place The growling beasts in a cage To take to the vet’s to be put down. I left the room For a glass of water then returned And the cage door was open wide. And the thoughts Of death, And blood Dogs, killing, That entered my mind; The thought of her being torn like the child. But to my horrid surprise There were the dogs Left dead in the center of the room While she was off aside In the corner, full of Blood, guts, And limbs, Bones And Snarling like a beast. In the company of Death Now a cannibal With the consumption of dead animals. |