Man's Best Friend MAG

September 13, 2010
By Steven Grzenda BRONZE, So. Plainfield, New Jersey
Steven Grzenda BRONZE, So. Plainfield, New Jersey
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I come home expecting a greeting or a warm loving glance
Instead I hear screaming and oncoming threats
I reach for the knob with growing apprehension for what seems inevitable,
The fight that may result in my demise
I open the door slowly, ready to flee the scene
But there she is, just like every other day, waiting by the door,
She acts as though nothing happened
Her calm brown eyes assure me
That sound I heard must have been from someone else
Sometimes she’s happy to see me, those are the good days
Other days, she doesn’t acknowledge my presence and continues on
I never know what to expect
Nature states that she should have been my greatest ally
However, fate had its own plans for us
What I wanted was a companion, or a comrade, or a friend
What I got was a dog

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