The Child’s Bark

Lurking as a shark
Is the dog’s empty bark.
It has pierced your soul
For tis love she demands
Not gravy in the bowl.

She is not so unlike us
In many ways,
For like a child
In her innocence she plays.

We attempt to break her
As we do the child,
While anger riles her fur
She begins to act so wild.
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