Wounded Dog

I lick and lick my wounds

It bleeds still!

Hunters who threw stones at me,

Forget me and sleep!

I don’t bark

I don’t bite

And

I don’t bounce at them...

I do whine

I do beg

And

I do wag my tail at them...

I can’t woo

I can’t growl

And

I can’t make love

All I can do...

I lick and lick my wounds

It bleeds still!