![]() BulldogA Poem by Travis GreenThe Bulldog The bulldog across the street stares at me every evening, like a mountain that watches the waves whirl in the summer, his eyes of exploding volcanoes, his fur the color of the sky when night falls in, his body, an image of a moving truck, growls at my opaque car, when I pull in the driveway, when I slowly opens the door and steps out, like a stranger sneaking in windows, heart racing like a shadow moving in the woods. He growls at my footsteps, then takes off behind me, like the rain that chases dreams, as I dash up the steps, constantly growls like I’m crazy to step back outside, to step into a world where my life would crumble within seconds. Still, he growls for hours, till his owner comes home, and retreats back to his place. I look outside the window, frantic, at the bulldog, knowing that tomorrow would have the same fate.
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1 Review Added on December 15, 2012 Last Updated on December 15, 2012 Author![]() Travis GreenMiddlesex, NCAboutMy name is Travis Lee Green and I was raised in Middlesex, NC. I have a single mother, Sandra Mitchener, who have stood by me since I was very young. My dad, Robert Green, died in a car wreck when I w.. more..Writing
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