Delivery On Demand
Oh you newly delivered mother
The way you feel now, you wonder why bother
The cuddles and the squirming demanded yet more licking
Cleaning to keep away the vermin
Tiny, blind helpless souls you nursed to weaning
Have disappeared one by one
Fluffy, cuddly, black and tan
Not something you'd understand
Worth a ransom, you produced on cue
You can't comprehend why they were taken from you
Fitful whining behind forlorn eyes
You're not to know if they live or died
Loving strokes from your master
You're not to know what he was after
Unbounded love from you, man's best friend
Defender of his offspring, guardian of his home
Slobbering kisser of his hand
You back down on command
You soon to be pregnant Boxer bitch
You'll keep a baby one day...
But you don't know which.
poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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