That Grungey Mut Poem by Dakota Ellerton

That Grungey Mut



When I look I see a grungey dog
tattered and tangled hair
blonde and wavey
this poor mut looks cold

Hungry I'm sure, tired and bitter
I see this dog sit still
not a flinch, not a twitch

What kind of life has this dog had?
a short miserable one i'm sure
such a thing inevitable here

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