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Puppy-Training Syllables
Roll over
on your
belly bowl.
Come here.
Lie down.
Stop barking
right this instant.
NOW.
I said SIT.
I said STAY.
And you,
a syllable,
replied:
I own
the house,
I own
the land,
I own
your soul,
so you
are merely
lucky that
I didn’t
lock and chain
the door
and make
you take your
daily squat
in cruel, bitter
pounding rain.
~Janet I. Buck
Janet teaches writing and literature at the college level. Her poetry and essays have appeared in journals, anthologies, and e-zines world-wide.
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© 1999 by Janet I. Buck. All Rights Reserved.
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