yard's haunted
nobody knows whose dog
people lived here before say
they never had a dog
or maybe they never played with it
poor thing
you can hear it
out there, nights
you throw a tennis ball out
come the morning, it's all chewed
won't come near you though
scared, I think
sometimes, you hear a whimper
sometimes, a whine
you know she just wants love
you throw a treat out there
come the morning, it's untouched
that's how I knew - it's not raccoons
plenty of 'coons out here, but
they don't go near our yard
scared, I think
it's too late for a treat
yard's haunted
poor thing out there,
whining and rustling at night
never barks
called the church, exorcist says
they don't do dogs
goddamn papists
bunch of bureaucrats, I swear
you know she just wants love
I want to love you honey!
but how can I do it? If you
were corporeal, I could find some way
coax you out where I could see you
love on your matted and smelly fur until
you knew you could trust me. Let me
give you a bath, feed you up
strong
you won't come near me, though
can't keep keeping me up like this
honey, what's wrong? who was it
chained you in this yard?
I know you just want love
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