Norman loved his dog
more than a wife.
In five years
his first wife
left him for another,
and he left a nagging
second wife.
But he and his dog
remained together.
A better friend
he never had
he alway said.
So when two
teenage delinquents
shot his dog to death,
Norman took it
as personal as if
the delinquents shot
a human friend.
Norman went nuts
bought a shotgun
hunted the teens down
and shot them
both to death.
Now he sits in jail
and says he
doesn’t regret
his revengeful kills
that he did
for the love of a dog.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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