Don Gray
Art Essays, Art Criticism & Poems
Little Amber Blue-Eyes...A PoemDear Daphne, in a lifetime of arrogantly loving manipulation, cooed, cuddled and controlled Little Amber Blue-Eyes one too many times. Little Amber Blue-Eyes finally had her fill, would have no more of it; no longer the sweetly enduring, docile, canine creature of God's kingdom. Her subsequent actions revealed how intensity of focus can redefine volume. She became a tiny, intensely energized, killing machine. Little Amber Blue-Eyes turned on Daphne and bit her smartly on the hand. Daphne shrieked, startled and surprised more than frightened or deeply hurt. Before her cry could fully clear her vocal cords, Little Amber Blue-Eyes leaped at Daphne's throat, fixing small but sharpest teeth firmly in her larynx, chewing, sawing her way through it, hanging to Daphne's neck like an over-sized, fluffy, white tick. Daphne struggled, dancing a swaying two-step, side to side, batted with both fluttering, ineffectual hands at her one-time faithful pet, but to no avail. In time, she began to totter, then toppled to the floor, there to gurgle good red blood on the cool blue kitchen tile...where loveable Little Amber Blue-Eyes gradually detached herself from her mistress and stood smiling expectantly, her little pink tongue panting delicately, tinting her muzzle's richly-crimson décor. Then she pattered mincingly past Daphne's prostrate form to her food bowl near the refrigerator door. Copyright by Don Gray
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