One White, pretty and clean One Black, shady and mean Their Puppy perceived as crazy, nice, even humdrum The Truth is none, maybe just a conundrum
Picture a big Dog, a ******* risen from Hell None understood, to many, just a mere shell He loved many *******, therefore fathering many puppies His intentions were redeeming, his soul would be condemned
Picture a small Angel, genius incarnate She walks a lonely road, always menial, not subordinate Angel carries a curse, and that of a strong will For it was the choice of life that brought her thrill
Two Dogs from opposite litters and homes Harboring different triggers from opposite roams Meeting in a place of retribution and salvation Trying to end the Common Search for Reconciliation
Two dogs, one Black, one White Seeing them together, a very odd sight Only one Puppy would leave their nest Always in turmoil, never knowing which Dog barks Next.
This one was written by my good friend Ian, an aspiring poet