Dog Boxers

If I had a box for all the hate

What would all the bad dogs in my

Head ate

The healthy ones would all run free

And roll in grass and never

Have those pesky fleas

But how would I ever know

What makes a bad dog growl

When it doesn’t show it

And what would tell me

How a good dog smiles at

Happy, running, sniffing, playing

If everyone is in a box

Or off in fields

Or making like these

Two things never

Interlace their feelings?

Bad dogs teach the good ones how

It feels to be a good dog

Running in a field