Survival

the snarling dog in the corner
bristles when a friendly hand
reaches toward him
his mangy coat and battle scars
a testament
of the greatest lesson learned
don’t trust anyone
snapping and barking
even when the hand holds a strip of steak
eventually the hand pulls back
quits offering the dog a better life
at least he survived another day


tara caribou | ©2019

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

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