Hyndland Secondary School: Hannah Wilson

 

 

My Dog

The dog, with an angelic, submissive face, that’s my dog.

The dog, with those perfectly triangular ears & that feather duster tail, that’s my dog.

The dog, that stares out of the living room window at nothing in particular & lets out a muffled growl at the old man walking to the shops, that’s my dog.

The dog, with the harsh musky smell of a dusty attic but with the light smell of freshly cut grass, that’s my dog.

The dog, with the soft, silky coat brushing past my fingertips & the scratching of claws on my shoulder as a wake up call, that’s my dog.


by Hannah Wilson