Sitting in the corner.
Rocking all alone.
Twiddling hair,
as rags round fingers.
Got her, like a dog it did,
Gnawing at a bone of marrow.
Depressed person.
Local opinions horribly narrow.

Fighting back.
Moving on.
Onwards and upward.
Drinking from a cheery cup.
Someone found an iron,
Ran along the seams.
Bang tidy,
Neat.
Chances for seeking dreams.
Remarkable.
Happily alone.
The dog got bored.
Discarded it's bone.
Wandered away.
Off chasing cats,
who in turn chase birds.

All gone.
For now at least.
Black dog resides in the land of the beasts.
(C)LIVVI