Twirlers, tish, tish, tish.
Clydesdale, Golden Retriever,
She is chomping at the leash,
bobbling up and down,
a beautiful creature
being gassed by the aquarium
of tall buildings swarming
with engines crawling
around on wheels.
Her owners, looking around,
looking up – They think
life beautiful too, enhanced
by their Golden Retriever,
but they’re killing her,
essence and all.
Truthfully, with lonely envy,
I only want the Golden
to come visit me in my office
and stay with me forever.
#1 by stillight on September 27, 2011 - 2:09 am
I enjoyed this piece a lot, Carl. An interesting twist at the end.
#2 by Carl on September 27, 2011 - 11:43 pm
I appreciate your comment. Thank you for your kindness.
#3 by scribbla on September 27, 2011 - 10:36 am
Wow – this one is packed full of a wide arc of emotions. Wow.
#4 by Carl on September 27, 2011 - 11:47 pm
Thank you. It is an arc, and I had not realized how much so until you remarked upon it. I get a lot of wide arcs in my emotions! 🙂
#5 by pattisj on September 27, 2011 - 11:00 am
I had a Golden, would love to have him back. 🙂 Aquarium is an interesting way to look at the city.
#6 by Carl on September 27, 2011 - 11:48 pm
I have one now, Gracie, and she’s old, so every single day with her is a bountiful gift!