Bing the beagle

by Tania, who makes forests and rain.

Here is a story of a beagle 

Came short and stumped and true 

Little did he know of life 

And little did he do 

He was a laboratory specimen 

Once upon a time 

Though he forgot most of it somehow 

Almost all the time 

There was a catch to it though

Something sad and forlorn 

He could never look anyone in the eye 

For reasons I do not know 

We thought it was too much shampoo

Tried and tested on him 

And he’d lost some faith in mankind

Maybe that’s where we came in 

We picked him up and scrubbed him 

From the shivers he’d picked up 

Teaching him how to be a dog 

And run and play and hop 

There was something in his eye 

Something you would notice 

A spark you just couldn’t ignite 

With all the tools of mankind 

He grew warmer by the minute 

Looking for more cuddles everyday 

And soon for even a few seconds 

He couldn’t stand being away 

Sometimes if you close your eyes 

You may just see him hop 

Almost like a goat kid 

Dancing for reasons naught 

Now, I promised I’d write this poem 

Just before he left 

But I hadn’t the strength nor the chance 

To get him out of bed 

So, I can just say this: 

He was a merry dog 

In a merry life 

But all I remember of the end is 

He looked me in the eye

And said a thousand words.

Tania, „bring the beagle“, aknownspace, 2020, 1, 4