My friend Forrest requested that I write a poem about a dog. I'm unable to come up with a fresh inspiration right now, and I'm under pressure to have something posted for tomorrow, so I'll grant his wish by posting this "part-of-a-poem" previously written. The entire poem has a noble title of its own but, for this posting, I'll call this section of the poem:
Let it Be
by Jim Rapp
Scolds it when it barks, or drapes it in a shawl.
To snarl and growl; to bully and to brawl.
Their love is for a “dog” that’s not.
Insisting that it not be what it’s not.