Dog

Inspired by my own old blind pittbull and a poem by Emily Dickinson.

The deserted dog waits patiently.
Uncertain curtains of his eyes.
Droop down - He walks painfully.
About the simple prison of a tree.
Holding the ball he used to catch.

Crows are chanting furiously.
His demise they celebrate.
Taunting a sour symphony.
Hope is not a thing with feathers.