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Dogs chasing cars in the dark But when the brake lights flare All the driver hears Is the dull thump of a Confused animal Running headlong into the bumper So he gets out of the car And walks to the back Closely observing this Animal stopped in his track What would the dog do If it could catch the car Would it want to be friends Or would it tear it apart All this he wonders And so he asks But the mutt it just stares Eyes blank and confused It is still wondering What earned this abuse So the man continues His inflamed interrogation Laying question mark after Question mark upon The bewildered beast Hardly leaving time for Its’ quivering muzzle to speak Finally he pauses Needs to regain his air Then the dog it looks at him Locking him in its stare Slowly it crawls Off the cold concrete Never looking from his eyes He holds its gaze Awaiting a response Demanding an excuse For this waste of time Feral eyes hold steady And peer into the cavity of his soul Hatred starts to soften Just before the loss of self control Finally, to repay and answer Mans inquisition This dog chased after The next city bus on a mission
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Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 7:25 AM UTC
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Dogs chasing cars in the dark But when the brake lights flare All the driver hears Is the dull thump of a Confused animal Running headlong into the bumper So he gets out of the car And walks to the back Closely observing this Animal stopped in his track What would the dog do If it could catch the car Would it want to be friends Or would it tear it apart All this he wonders And so he asks But the mutt it just stares Eyes blank and confused It is still wondering What earned this abuse So the man continues His inflamed interrogation Laying question mark after Question mark upon The bewildered beast Hardly leaving time for Its’ quivering muzzle to speak Finally he pauses Needs to regain his air Then the dog it looks at him Locking him in its stare Slowly it crawls Off the cold concrete Never looking from his eyes He holds its gaze Awaiting a response Demanding an excuse For this waste of time Feral eyes hold steady And peer into the cavity of his soul Hatred starts to soften Just before the loss of self control Finally, to repay and answer Mans inquisition This dog chased after The next city bus on a mission
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kiefer-charles-zbryk
American
Oct 23, 2011
Oct 23, 2011 at 7:25 AM UTC
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