When I close my eyes… I picture the face
of canine nobility, barred by captors,
condemned outside, to wallow and pace. 

When I close my eyes… I witness the fear
of an innocent victim, bound by thick chains,
stripped of all pride, yet help won’t appear.

When I close my eyes… I consume the pain
of her lonely existence, banished by hate,
pushed to the brink, but yearns to sustain.

When I close my eyes… I curse the cold air
of another cruel season, buried by life,
forced to endure, solo angst to bear.

When I close my eyes… I heed the sole cry
of her pleading for mercy, betrayed by law,
punished for years, alone she will lie.

When I close my eyes… I wait for the day
of unrepentant justice, brought by valour,
guided in faith, together we pray…

…for an end to this game of power and control
by sentencing malice to suffer the toll
from a firm pendulum swing held with the goal
of avenging the life of a trustworthy soul.

By Cherine Bissinger

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A Morning Kiss

A morning kiss, a discreet touch of his nose landing somewhere on the middle of my face.
Because his long white whiskers tickled, I began every day laughing.

Janet F Faure

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