Little Amber Blue-Eyes...A Poem
Dear Daphne, in a lifetime of arrogantly
loving manipulation, cooed, cuddled and controlled
Little Amber Blue-Eyes one too many times.
Little Amber Blue-Eyes finally had her fill,
would have no more of it; no longer the sweetly
enduring, docile, canine creature of God's kingdom.
Her subsequent actions revealed how intensity
of focus can redefine volume. She became
a tiny, intensely energized, killing machine.
Little Amber Blue-Eyes turned on Daphne and bit her
smartly on the hand. Daphne shrieked, startled and surprised
more than frightened or deeply hurt. Before her cry
could fully clear her vocal cords, Little Amber Blue-Eyes
leaped at Daphne's throat, fixing small but sharpest teeth
firmly in her larynx, chewing, sawing her way
through it, hanging to Daphne's neck like an over-sized,
fluffy, white tick. Daphne struggled, dancing a swaying
two-step, side to side, batted with both fluttering,
ineffectual hands at her one-time faithful pet,
but to no avail. In time, she began to totter,
then toppled to the floor, there to gurgle good red blood
on the cool blue kitchen tile...where loveable
Little Amber Blue-Eyes gradually detached herself
from her mistress and stood smiling expectantly,
her little pink tongue panting delicately,
tinting her muzzle's richly-crimson décor.
Then she pattered mincingly past Daphne's prostrate form
to her food bowl near the refrigerator door.
Copyright by Don Gray
Don Gray Art • Poems