Last night an injured, stray dog hobbled onto my path. Devastation struck me as the car
had him. His bloody, broken jaw nearly hung to the ground. Paralyzed by shock we realized
he had a severely injured leg as well. He was obviously determined to live as he cried for
rescue. I carried the dog drenched in wet blood to the car. Shadows blocked the sun as we
drove him to the vet's. He moaned and pleaded for release with big, brown, soulful eyes.
Thoughts of his insufferable loss pervaded, yet I continued to comfort him. How the pain
tasted in my throat! We arrived at the hospital and the vet handled his emergency with
professional ease. Bloodied and damaged, the dog looked utterly at peace connected to
intravenous fluids. Not prepared to let him go, we walked away and surmised that he'd wake
in the morning.
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Thank you for posting to The Surreal Circus. Congratulations on your feature in Kathryn's group.
Although, a more formative clue was when you 'turned and walked away'. I know you Jen, you would not have walked away.
I think I might be a dog person, you think?
Go to the pound and rescue a dog instead. Use the saved money for puppy chow.
Of course, I realize if you're standing in front of the Bichon and it's looking up at you with puppy dog eyes, whatever I say will not deter you. I plan to use the same puppy-dog-eyes routine on you if I ever get to CA.
I am glad it was just a dream and like Robert said, the way you "turned and walked away" doesn't sound like you at all - perhaps you want to walk away from something, in real life, and are having a hard time doing it, so the dream is your way of handling it as you think someone else would.
Enough of analyzing!
A well written poem, Jennifer.
-R.