This poem is based on an experience from the past that includes the following: person, animal, location.
On a dry, desolate, dull day at high school
I sit alone in the crowded quadrangle.
I am an outcast, an object of scorn. Solace is my only companion.
All around me friendly banter and bright laughter fills the air
But like angry storm clouds that appear on blue sky, poisonous bitter words destroy the mood.
I shrink into the shadows as merciless jeering girls shoot their scornful taunts into my heart.
The wooden bench I cower upon creaks and groans – almost in sympathy to my plight.
I rummage in my overstuffed bag for a book. I hope to disappear, run away and hide.
But there is no escape, no safe place to flee.
The gleeful mob hell-bent on my destruction surround me like a hive of angry bees.
Their barbs are like a sting of death.
I am their prey and can never be free.
But then like a dream a hero appears, dashing madly into the fray. Flying banners of black, brown, white and grey.
A familiar dappled body darts here and darts there, deftly winding his way among the aggressors.
The shapely hunter’s head weaves from side to side, his canny sense of smell – a tracking device.
Rallying to my rescue, he pauses motionless – ready for the war and the fight.
One ear cocked in earnest – he sniffs the wind. He senses a change in the air.
His lop-sided pirate’s patch provides for a comical look.
Bright sunlight catches the mischievous gleam in his eye.
His red gaping mouth widens in a toothy grin as sees me – his beloved target -
so skilfully acquired.
With blinding speed he flings his small body into the whirling melee – scattering girls and clambering upon my knee.
I smile as his wet slobbering kisses cover my face as I celebrate
in the midst of the fleeting sounds of surrender and victory.