I sat the baby on
the floor
beside my lazy
sleeping dog.
He smacked him hard
repeatedly,
pulled his hair,
scratchingly.
The dog’s eyes
opened wide.
He stayed motionless
beside,
tolerating this
little child,
smiling, laughing,
going wild.
by: Paula D. Nevison
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