He was a Doberman Pinscher
allowed to lay on my bed at night
to protect me
handsome
regal
especially before they trimmed his ears
his tail
Those ugly white adhesive bandages
How I suffered with him
One day my brother, Bob, tied him to his bicycle -
when Prince tried to escape
the bicycle followed
I witnessed his terror
A few years later when I came home from school
No Prince
Mom was wearing a beaver coat that day
and Prince
probably thinking it was another animal
playfully nipped at the coat
Always terrified of him
Mom called Uncle Merle in distress
Prince had 'turned' on her
Together they put him down
First published in Big City Lit,2019. The picture of Prince was taken in front of my Grandma's house in GA, circa 1960.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem