To Whom It May Concern

If you ever find me here lying on the floor
Dead of a broken neck
Please look no further for the guilty culprit
Than the 60 pounds of boxer dog at my feet.
The one who won’t look at you.
He will respond to firm proddings eventually
With a sigh heavy with reluctant resignation
And a look that could speak volumes
If the subject was,
“Whaaaaaat???”

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