From Bella’s Point of View
You wake up in the morning
thanking God for your blessings.
You feed me and then say,
“Sorry, I can’t take you with me.
They won’t let you in museums.”
But when you come back in the evening
we take a walk in the park
or run along the beach together.
You rejoice in delicious meals
and toss me the best bites.
But when we go back
to the large doghouse
on wheels, you open
up that glowing metal thing.
You sigh and say,
“I’ve been dumped twice.”
And I lick your salty tears.
It’s the best I can do.
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