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Black Fur

November 12, 2014
By infinity13524 BRONZE, West St. Paul, Minnesota
infinity13524 BRONZE, West St. Paul, Minnesota
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Favorite Quote:
Life is about the journey, not the destination.

Like a silk blanket,
I could cuddle up with her all day;
feeling the smooth fabric against my cheek
as I drift off.
She comforts me without any words said.
But, she doesn’t give up at four.
At four when that ripped piece of silk and old doll get put in a box.

She doesn’t allow you to feel like you’re too old.
Because she knows,
you know,
that’s not true.

She stands tall.
No mission too big or too small.
From mental breakdown,
to a skinned knee,
to simply being in need of a hug.
She is there
for you,
and no one else.

As I burry my face in her thick, black fur,
I cry from the day’s assortment of betrayals.
When I lift my head,
I look at her.
Her head is in my lap,
but cocked just enough to look at me
with those understanding eyes.
And I realize,
tomorrow will bring its battle,
but right now
she is hear for me,
and she always will be.
And nothing else matters.

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Redolvene GOLD said...
on Dec. 20 2014 at 1:46 pm
Redolvene GOLD, Sunny, Florida
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This is the first poem I've read on TI about a dog, which is really cool. The beginning of your poem is a little confusing, but the second half is amazingly good. You described the relationship between a dog and its owner perfectly. Great job 4/5