Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 69,196 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

On Her Four - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

On her four

Black-white her spots on-outside;
ears knife and dagger, very sharp;
looked at him; moved forward
while on her four; too smart
and in eyes massed questions.

Playful, with flirt, and in pain:
"Your joy-act, truly, with regret
degrades me with insults…"

She hated leash and chain.

Topic(s) of this poem: irony


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 22, 2016



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