A Late New Year's Poem
Updated: Feb 20, 2021
By, Wendiann Alfieri
2019 is here
Foaming at the mouth, that rabid dog
We tried to help him last year, he wasn’t even that sick
But now his death will happen in this year
As the doctor predicts
His fear is that he’ll get other dogs sick.
With possibility of the unknown illness
Stirring up dread
Others think we should kill em cause he’s already dead
And some believe he can still be saved
After all he used to be so well behaved
We want to help our poor sick dog
But either way we feel we’ll be wrong
If we put em to sleep, what if he could have been saved
And we would be amazed at this miracle
And he can snuggle up next to us as we watch the ball drop on tv.
If we don’t, what if he bites someone in a fit of doggy rage
And then he would tear up our place
And he would die the hard way
So as we enter the vet for the last time,
Our dog wasn’t too far behind, wagging his tail
And appearing friendly
Maybe it’s just a last-day phase
As we went to the waiting room with grim faces
Our dog was excited
he was going to places
But another dog barked at him
And our dog growled back trying to get free
From this other dog so small and pampered
And our dog being so much more bigger
Trying to bully this smaller dog
We had to pull him away
And thats when the vet called our name
We got up
We knew we wouldn’t be celebrating
With champagne
