Canine Inspiration Poems

Dogs.
The mismanaged cousins of the wolf.
Miscued is the sense of Pack, the sense of order
A loss of instinct
In place, a name on a sepia plaque
Dogs are in a glass jar-airplane
Grouped in a small space bordered
In transparency for manipulation of man
Their lives in the hands of man.
Future in the intentions of mankind.

>^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<   >^.^<

Fire because war,
cellar hears aching madness
message forgotten

>^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^<  >^.^<

Wind against winter
Attic dreams, forgotten smoke
light in the violence

>^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^<

Fire reflects the damage
Distress against solitude projected
War finished its job
A message unclear, yet in bold
To invent a remedy
Erase the fear, be it forgotten
Locked in the cellar
Fill it with smoke

>^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^< >^.^<

Wind reflects the damage
Distress despite solitude projected
Winter finished its job
A Gift unclear, yet in bold
To Dream a remedy
Erase the fear, be it violent
Locked in the Attic
Fill it with Peace

>^.^<

ATfoxIG

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