Poems and Poetry

I See The Black Dog Coming | A Poem by Liam Snaith

I see the black dog coming.
Because it woke me up at 3:37 a.m.
Miserable inside
Until I had a bath
And applied for another job
I see the black dog coming
It wants to go for a long walk
And come back alone
But it’s 3:58 a.m.
Miserable outside
And my son is asleep in his nursery
So I’m staying here
I see the black dog coming
I can tell from a mile off
It’s hungry
But I only fed it earlier tonight
There’s a can left for it

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