Please god, let there be a heaven for dogs
particularly, the ones left to rot
in ninety-degree weather,
nothin but a half-dead shrub for shade.
Even with it,
the chain link boa constrictor will choke em out
for the act of pursuing relief.
Let em step off the property line
exist without the pretense
of something less important than man-
build a door
with a child behind it,
it is important they get to experience
the excitement of welcoming someone home.
Lastly,
give em
a chance of vengeance.
I don’t know if I agree with revenge-
but let them, just once,
bite the hand that fed them
instead of flinch.
ABOUT
Taya Wynn is a writer originating from New Zealand. In the past few years, she has been a surf instructor in NZ, pulled an ‘into the wild’ for a couple of weeks, and now will be volunteering on the west coast of the United States until the next adventure catches her fancy.
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