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.bing the beagle


by Tania, who makes forests and rain. Find her here


Here is a story of a beagle

Came short and stumped and true

Little did he know of life

And little did he do


He was a laboratory specimen

Once upon a time

Though he forgot most of it somehow Almost all the time


There was a catch to it though Something sad and forlorn

He could never look anyone in the eye For reasons I do not know


We thought it was too much shampoo Tried and tested on him

And he’d lost some faith in mankind Maybe that’s where we came in


We picked him up and scrubbed him From the shivers he’d picked up Teaching him how to be a dog

And run and play and hop


There was something in his eye Something you would notice

A spark you just couldn’t ignite

With all the tools of mankind


He grew warmer by the minute

Looking for more cuddles everyday

And soon for even a few seconds

He couldn’t stand being away


Sometimes if you close your eyes

You may just see him hop

Almost like a goat kid

Dancing for reasons naught


Now, I promised I’d write this poem Just before he left

But I hadn’t the strength nor the chance To get him out of bed


So, I can just say this:


He was a merry dog

In a merry life

But all I remember of the end is

He looked me in the eye

And said a thousand words.


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