Rodney Rover Dog
Some mornings
I awaken
Smiling
Content
Then
I start to think
Pondering
Comparing
Looking for ways
To improve things
Especially
For my daughter
Some things tweak
Dragging me down
Careless rubble
Excavating memories
That never should
Be found
Things that drive me
Shaking and afraid
From my bed
Seeking the heat
The light of the Sun
One good dog
Wet and shivering
His eyes begging me
Had I moved
I would have gone too
The wicked man
Knew no boundary
He would not overstep
To save myself
I fled
I ran
Lest the handle of the ax
Find me too
Forgiveness is a hard thing
Even for a child
