CH 9: Metaphor Poem

Dog Bite

Soft fur, a playful bark

And a lolling tongue.

I learned that domesticated

Doesn’t mean house-trained.

Twice I’ve been in the ER for

Dog bites. But my scars are

My heart.

You posed like a show dog

And how close you came,

I loved to pet your fur.

To groom you with compliments

And share affection.

But,

I forgot that domesticated

Doesn’t mean house-trained.

And your bite was

One of the worst.