Hyndland Secondary School: Hannah Wilson
My
Dog
The dog, with an angelic, submissive face, thats my dog.
The dog, with those perfectly triangular ears & that feather duster tail,
thats 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, thats
my dog.
The dog, with the harsh musky smell of a dusty attic but with the light smell
of freshly cut grass, thats 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, thats my dog.
by Hannah Wilson