… so then I wrote a poem.

i ride inside! sorta!

Well, it’s been an incredible past month or so since I’ve been allowed on the laptop. First off, I’m okay. For all of you that missed it: I jumped out of the car.

Why? One word: BUNNIES. We were going about 25mph down a dirt road, and that’s all I remember except the bunnies…

My master said that I am not allowed to have the window down any more than 3″ from now on. Evidently, jumping out of the car is “bad” and 6″ is “too much” now. He’s been driving with the window locks on since just after he adopted me because I’ve done this before…

And I’m not allowed in the back of a pick-up. I’ve done that, too…

So, you’re starting to see why I have three legs. It’s a vehicular disorder. All of these near-death experiences have got me pondering death a lot lately, and my master’s been talking to me a lot about it, too, because of his grandmother’s passing. It’s a complicated subject, and I’m not even sure what Foucault would say about it… but I wanted to say something…

…so then I wrote a poem.

The Truth About Death

remember, death, you
do not win, you
are not victorious, you
have already been
overruled.
 
you
are harm
full of tear
full of hard
nights.
 
remember, death, you
do not last, you
are not permanent, you
have already been
swallowed.
 
you
are pain
full of wrong
full of dark
days.
 
remember, death, you
do not defeat, you
are not successful, you
have already been
negated.

 

 

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About adamaecompton

just a three-legged rescue dog, bloggin about critical citizenship, the environment, and all sorts of literacy.
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5 Responses to … so then I wrote a poem.

  1. Haha! Looks like you and Pippa get about the same amount of computer usage.

    We had a dog who jumped out of the window too. He was a labrador so not exactly small. Amazing what gaps you dogs can get through.

    Death is a funny thing. Us people think about it when family members die. A few years later we shake ourselves and remember to make the most of life.

  2. Bassas Blog says:

    Wow! I really like your poem.

  3. hope you won’t try that again,thank you for the poem,just so you know how precious you are to us,stay inside when riding,don’t want to loose you……my sweet 3 legged friend….

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