The Fur Gods

They say dog is spelt god
In backwards speak... so to
speak, and
I ponder this concept as
I wade through days
Endless, and
Too long with... bleak
​​​​
​​​​​​For a truth was unearthed as
Realities changed
The comfort around, strangely
Dog shaped in ways, as

Humans rejected, blocked out
one by one
Twas a paw of a morning
that
Dragged me to sun, that

Stuck noses on pillows and
jumped on sad beds, that
Licked at deaf ears
Loved... when no words were
said 
No idling, no crying, no wrists
slit and bled
Just the fur gods determined to
Get themselves fed

They say god is spelt dog in
Backwards speak...so to
speak...
I still ponder this fact
On these days, still so bleak

M P 16/3/21