#Poem *MY TURN TO CONFESS*

“A dog trying to write a poem on why he barks, That's me, dear reader!
They were about to kick me out of the library
But I warned them,
My master is invisible and all powerful.
Still, they kept dragging me out by the tail.
In the park the birds spoke freely of their own vexations.
On a bench, I saw an old woman
Cutting her white curly hair with imaginary scissors While staring into a small pocket mirror.
I didn't say anything then,
But that night I lay slumped on the floor, Chewing on a pencil,
Sighing from time to time,

Growling, too, at something out there I could not bring myself to name.”

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