francis abrahamson

ALT a poem by me, in the shape of a dog. it reads: PLEASE DO NOT FAULT YOUR DOG FOR HIS NATURE. HE IS NOT PRIVY TO THE HUMAN RULES BY WHICH YOU LIVE. WHEN HE BARKS, HE DOES NOT MEAN TO HURT YOUR EARS; HE HAS NOT YOUR GIFT OF SPEECH. HE CANNOT EXPRESS HIMSELF AS BEAUTIFULLY AS YOU CAN. HE CANNOT EXPRESS HIMSELF AS BEAUTIFULLY AS YOU WOULD LIKE HIM TO. BUT HE WILL TRY. HE DOES NOT MEAN TO SCRATCH YOU WHEN HE JUMPS UP TO GREET YOU. HE IS SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU. HE WAITED ALL DAY. HE DOES NOT MEAN TO CAUSE YOU PAIN. HE CANNOT KNOW HE IS MADE OF SHARP EDGES AND POINTED TEETH. HE IS TOO CHERISHED TO KNOW HOW TO USE THEM. SO PLEASE DO NOT FAULT HIM, SCOLD HIM AND SCORN HIM, WHEN HE COMES TO YOU, TAIL WAGGING, KNOCKING EVERY THING OFF THE COFFEE TABLE, HIS ONLY TRESPASS BEING THAT HE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO BE ANY THING OTHER THAN A DOG, AND HIS ONLY SIN BEING THAT HE LOVES YOU.