Pet the Dog
I pouted through my blue bubble
and you noticed
that I’m a sad poodle,
fairly intelligent, just as needy,
waiting for you to take me
on a walk, a drive,
wherever you want, just not back here,
because this bowl is empty
and if I’m forced to bow
my head once more and lick dry metal,
well, that’s when I’m liable
to start blowing those bubbles again.
and you noticed
that I’m a sad poodle,
fairly intelligent, just as needy,
waiting for you to take me
on a walk, a drive,
wherever you want, just not back here,
because this bowl is empty
and if I’m forced to bow
my head once more and lick dry metal,
well, that’s when I’m liable
to start blowing those bubbles again.
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This is a neat and playful poem. I like how you use the sad poodle metaphor to explore the themes of neediness and longing.
Yes, yes. Captures the critter. I’d like to hear more about/from this poodle.
I love this, Austin!
Delightful!
Perhaps it is my current temperament, too, but….felt as JTS did here. It works that way whether intended or not 💙. Delightful either way!
Very poignant!
I like the double-meaning too. Well done.
I am especially fond of the title. Just pet the dog, a command, and the following flow explains why one should just pet the dog! haha. Cute and fun to read. I love a good reflective parallel!
Some real force here in “bow/my head once more and lick dry metal” I can feel this!