THE DOGS OF SUMMER
The puppy mill is restless tonight
It’s as if they suspect
that their genes have been wrecked
The puppy mill is restless tonight.
– Bob Cain-
A neighbour raised these dogs. When I put the poem in the First Edition she replied angrily that “She didn’t run no puppy mill”.
3 thoughts on “Neighbourhood Unrest”
in a tilted kind of way…
Thanks Margo. Sometimes even I forget how talented I am,
I’ve always loved this poem, so of your Lyrical way with words
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