The Plea of a Rescue Dog

If you knew what happened before I met you
maybe you’d understand.
If you saw the torment I was subjected to
by a stranger’s hand.

I eat from bins, it’s all I know
and toilets? I don’t know where to go.
Because, you see, the world, to me,
was once my only home.

I don’t like it when hands fly towards my face
and I hate it when strangers say hello.
Because, you see, the world, to me,
was full of fear and sorrow.

I have scars under my fur your eyes can’t see,
and worse than those are the memories.
Because, you see, the world, to me,
Was a flurry of anxiety and worries.

If you knew what happened before I met you
you might start to see
the reasons why I react so much
to someone looking at me.

I’m not a bad dog, and I love you so
but fight or flight is all I know.
So be patient, my human, and give me time
I promise to be better, and soon you’ll find
I’ll be the most loyal soul, your very own
rescue dog, to whom you gave a home.

The Blue Line Grows Thinner

Written in response to the death of a police officer

As the flowers pile high in the street
The very same ones as you worked your beat
We remember the look of a familiar face
Striving to keep our citizens safe.

You did your duty, that much is true
To the bitter end you paid your dues
Serving the queen and the country she reigns
Nothing you did was ever in vain.

You’ll always be there, we’ll never forget
For you are owed an unpayable debt
Against crime you participated in an ongoing fight
State 11 received, thank you goodnight.