Unsettled

There is only one answer for the man who kicks a poor defenseless dog across a yard...

A dog with liquid, soft, gentle eyes, and a very kind soul.

It broke my heart and I felt helpless.

The anger and misery that lived in this man tried to bring me down.

I cried for this beautiful innocent dog, and I hated the human race that day.

I felt the loss that the poor dog felt, and I felt his fear and humiliation.

I yelled at this moron from across the yard "STOP IT!"

I had a brief vision of a baseball bat breaking both of his shins.

This beautiful pup was looking for love, but instead he received hate...

And yet, he was still wagging his tail, even as he was crying.

The dog just did not understand.

He had known only love from humans.

Then comes this misery filled, angry individual whose only goal was to kick the absolute shit

Out of something to try to expel his self-perceived power over something that would not dare fight back.

How much you wanna bet it didn't work?

The man left with the same misery that he came into the yard with.

He left with the same misery that he stumbled around the yard in a rage with.

His presence and actions indicated cowardice.

There is help out there for people who have been kicked around, but

It's much easier to blame a poor dog than it is to work on ones self.

Today, I detest the human race.

A miserable lot, we are.

For all the good, it is so discouraging to witness the bad.

Far distant memories flooded my soul as I thought about what I had witnessed,

And what I had tried to stop.

Memories of my father kicking two beautiful German Shepherd Puppies across the floor

Still haunt me.

Memories of his anger and his hate for me at times still haunt me.

Holes punched through walls and bloody knuckles still haunt me.

For years I heard his hate-filled voice, booming inside of my head, yelling obscenities at me,

And anyone else within striking distance.

Though I refuse to be what he was, his ghost still chases me.

Every time I witness an act of cruelty against something, animal or human,

That is too young or weak to fight back,

I realize his ghost is right behind me still,

Trying to terrorize me,

And trying so desperately to get to me,

Trying to drag me down,

And aiming the arrow at my heart,

Wishing to eat me alive,

And utterly and completely destroy me,

And incapacitate me.

He's trying to finish off what he started when he was alive,

From the very damn particles in the air

Where they threw his ashes.

So I look into the eyes of Sammy, my furry doggie friend,

And he kisses my face as he sees me crying.

I hug his neck and we talk about it.

I lock my gate and make the world go away.

Dragonflies and beautiful butterflies dance around my garden.

I am still unsettled.



wolfycat