Lizzy Gardener
High School Senior
February 2023
Herschel
The dog hasn’t been walked,
A dead bolt in his heart we’ve shocked.
The dog creeps through my room,
Sniffing about, a catalyst of doom.
His murderous gaze spies my trash,
The innocent can, he prepares to bash.
His eyes a glare and heart ablaze,
He incinerates my happy days.
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