Angus (my dog)
Emily Baird
You are like my rock
You listen to everything I say
You are nothing like a jock
You are there wherever I lay
You may be furry
But you will comfort me in a hurry
We may go on walks
But you have never ever talked.
Friendship
Why Do You Stay?
By Lauren Downs
Do you feel pain when I hit you
Or when I rip at you with my sharp nails,
Tearing you out of your soft comfort?
Do you ever bruise when you are harmed?
Do you cry when you are left alone in your small dark crammed storage room?
You get beaten with bats,
Hit over and over
But yet you stay, why?
You get kicked in the dirt,
Tossed around,
Bashed against the dirt floor,
Thrown into fences,
Cut by glass,
Left out in the rain,
Left to rot outside,
Grass stained with no one to help you remove them.
You get bruised and hurt to the point you fall apart,
Then you fall apart…..
And get tossed aside like you are useless.
You become forgotten,
Becoming a dirty child neglected outside in the rain alone,
While another takes your spot in someone’s heart.
But, do you take comfort when I hold you tight?
Do you feel special when you are picked above the rest?
Do you love the cheer you hear when you do something good?
Do you love the thrill as you fly?
Do you find comfort when soft cushions surround you,
even if the leather binding rubs the wrong way?
Why stay?
Why do you endure this suffering?
Is it because of the good moments?
Why my dear softball? Why?