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Old Rinny Tin-Tin

Moe jumped in the car
And his dad closed the door
A ride to the park
Was all he lived for.
He was armed with his ball
But something didn't feel good...
In the back was his bed
And the rest of his food.

Moe thought of his buddy
Old 'Rinny Tin-Tin'
And his mouth full of ball
Made a big, yellow grin
He was taking a 'gift'
To an old, furry friend
Who's 'fetch' days were numbered
But he'd play till the end.

When they drove past the park
Moe looked at his dad,
He looked in the back
At his bed and the bag
He still held the ball
For old 'Rinny Tin-Tin'
But he knew in his heart
He'd never see him again.

Right past the park,
The river and lake
Right past the burgers
Where sometimes they ate
Right past his dreams
Of a perfect, sunny day...
Right to the building
Where no more dogs play.

He looked at his dad
But his dad looked ahead
Then opened the door
Grabbed the food and his bed
Moe dropped the wet ball
On the floor of the car
A 'gift' for his dad...
A sad little scar.

He was led just inside,
Someone else took the leash
His dad wiped his eyes
Signed a form of 'release'
He watched the tall man
With more than eyes, can simply tell
Walk out the door
Then he was led to a cell.

One final thought
As the needle went in, was...
He never gave his ball
To old 'Rinny Tin-Tin'.
Moe's last, final thought
As the needle went in, was...
He'd never give his ball
To old 'Rinny Tin-Tin'.

About this poem

For whatever reason...people can still take pets to 'kill' shelters, where there is little accountability...even for animals who might have a second chance; if given one.

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Submitted by lovingempath on July 03, 2022

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Scheme abcbdxex xfdfxgxg chxxdfxx cxxxxixi hebedaha xxxxxjbj kLdFkLdF
Closest metre Iambic trimeter
Characters 1,387
Words 302
Stanzas 7
Stanza Lengths 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8

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  • Vixility
    The first time I read this poem of yours I was at work. The closing stanza, with its fading echo of life and innocence, teared me up. I was thankful for the point of the poem, and thankful that there were no other coworkers around to witness the emotion that your work produced in me. You are a very talented writer. 
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    • lovingempath
      Thank you very much for this comment. It means a lot to me.
      LikeReplyReport3 months ago
  • RhymingVibes
    Couldn’t have been a better poem to raise awareness on this profound subject.
    LikeReplyReport 15 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you for this comment. Much appreciated! :)
      LikeReplyReport5 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Your poem embodies every element I always look for in the 'perfect' poem. It totally blew me away!
      LikeReplyReport5 months ago
    • lovingempath
      The last comment was meant for you (not me)...for some reason I can't edit or delete it. :)
      LikeReplyReport5 months ago
    • RhymingVibes
      Got it. Thanks for the nice words.
      LikeReplyReport 15 months ago
  • Symmetry58
    As good poems do, this made me feel as though it was something I had experienced. Thank you for filling our hearts and eyes. :-)
    LikeReplyReport 16 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you very much my friend! :)
      LikeReplyReport6 months ago
  • sheila.mcmillan41219
    I just really, really liked this poem. It actually brought tears to my eyes!
    LikeReplyReport 16 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you so much sheila!
      LikeReplyReport6 months ago
  • melissac.91439
    I chose this poem because it pulled my heart strings, it made me cry, it took me in the car past the park in the dogs mind. Very good poem.
    LikeReplyReport 16 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you very much melissac! :)
      LikeReplyReport6 months ago
  • CBeatty660
    I can relate to a person's love for a dog.. and a dogs love of people who love.
    LikeReplyReport 16 months ago
    • lovingempath
      Thank you so much for being able to relate to this poem. That means a lot to me.
      LikeReplyReport6 months ago


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