Old Rinny Tin-Tin
Moe jumped in the car
And his dad closed the door
A ride to the park
Was all he lived for.
He was armed with his ball
But something didn't feel good...
In the back was his bed
And the rest of his food.
Moe thought of his buddy
Old 'Rinny Tin-Tin'
And his mouth full of ball
Made a big, yellow grin
He was taking a 'gift'
To an old, furry friend
Who's 'fetch' days were numbered
But he'd play till the end.
When they drove past the park
Moe looked at his dad,
He looked in the back
At his bed and the bag
He still held the ball
For old 'Rinny Tin-Tin'
But he knew in his heart
He'd never see him again.
Right past the park,
The river and lake
Right past the burgers
Where sometimes they ate
Right past his dreams
Of a perfect, sunny day...
Right to the building
Where no more dogs play.
He looked at his dad
But his dad looked ahead
Then opened the door
Grabbed the food and his bed
Moe dropped the wet ball
On the floor of the car
A 'gift' for his dad...
A sad little scar.
He was led just inside,
Someone else took the leash
His dad wiped his eyes
Signed a form of 'release'
He watched the tall man
With more than eyes, can simply tell
Walk out the door
Then he was led to a cell.
One final thought
As the needle went in, was...
He never gave his ball
To old 'Rinny Tin-Tin'.
Moe's last, final thought
As the needle went in, was...
He'd never give his ball
To old 'Rinny Tin-Tin'.
About this poem
For whatever reason...people can still take pets to 'kill' shelters, where there is little accountability...even for animals who might have a second chance; if given one.
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Submitted by lovingempath on July 03, 2022
Modified on May 02, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,387 |
Words | 302 |
Stanzas | 7 |
Stanza Lengths | 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8 |
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