Today's poem is by José Hernández Díaz
I woke up transformed into a bulldog.
I had human thoughts, but could only bark.
I was confused, but at the same time fascinated.
I was a bulldog, but I lived by principle.
I didn't have an owner. I was in a cage with mutts.
I wasn't going to beg when humans visited.
I didn't mind the cage. I did, however, fear execution.
One day, a child came and whispered,
You are a great dog, you are a great dog.
I felt great. No one took me home, though.
They threw me out to the street.
I was spared execution only by God's grace.
The streets were alive. I thrived.
I lived without fear or hunger for three years.
Then I was run over by a speeding motorcyclist.
I didn't have the proper funeral I deserved.
May I rest in peace.
Copyright © 2017 José Hernández Díaz All rights reserved
from Green Mountains Review
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