Beastly Love

Beastly Love

A Poem by Owenh1

All mutts groan and twist and cry,
Most get by with triumphant highs
But some seem to glorify
The fields of green that grow so wide

A smack, a slap, does the trick
Does your conscience burn when they lick,
The love that seems to grow too thick
Will never die when your heart is quick

A beast will never be contained
When their lives are trivial games
To men who don’t love the gain,
The mutt is not to be blamed.

You pull them from their comfort zone
Expecting much to act at home,
In a place far from their birthing dome
All they crave is a loving zone.

Extract a leaf from their book,
Bestial love is a baited hook
They bite and bite and never look,
Back upon the horrid crooks. 


Still, joy, love and happiness abound,
Grounded feet glide when they touch the ground
Affection explodes as a bomb without sound
This is the adoration of the hound.


We act as if embarrassed by
Animals who, for us would die,
A train of thought that makes me cry
But yes for them, I too would die.


© 2013 Owenh1


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Added on August 2, 2013
Last Updated on August 2, 2013
Tags: beast, animal, love, affection, hurt, unending

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Owenh1
Owenh1

Belfast, United Kingdom



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