Teachers Act Up!

Thoughts on Teaching, Language, and Social Change from Melisa "Misha" Cahnmann-Taylor

New poem draft for a found dog

“She’s nice so someone will want her”

A black stray, mangled with grey

sluff under a thin, black coat, rib

bones so pronounced under torso

one can imagine her already under

grounds she barely stands on. Hind leg

contorted, dragged two miles to follow me

home after I’d held her a plastic water cup.

People don’t always want what’s nice.

They want four legs, Labs or Retrievers.

Or they fall on hard times and are harder

on those below them. The dog’s second

full dish of food’s gone.  Her tail’s aflame,

screen whacking in wait while  our first

rescue pup spoons with me on the sofa,

certain of two meals a day, treats to sit. Stay.

Okay! chirped and he bounds the front yard

while the back’s closed with this homeless girl.

When I said we’d take her, soon, to animal control

I was startled by my son’s words, the same I wanted

to believe. But there’s not as much niceness

going around. We’re starved for it, the full

feeling so grand, you want to feed it

from your hand, bathe its soiled, sore paw,

scratch its kind head as she bows.

*To donate to “Cardi’s” amputation surgery costs, http://athenscaninerescue.com/donations/

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