Pawsitive Poetry

Bonds Don't Need Knots

Claws slice through a screen blurred by static,

Leaving iridescent marks in their wake,

Rainbows shudder on the screen,

A beauty only the destruction could make.

After its claws' retraction,

The creature perks its ears,

This menacing side only a fraction,

Of who it truly is.

It lets its tongue hang out,

Smiling openly at passersby,

Tugging at the rope looped around it,

Wrapped around the TV and it looks to the sky.

The television might be broken,

But the creature was not,

It wishes words would be spoken,

And it could bite the clouds for answers.

Then all of a sudden,

In place of a cloud,

Is a quiet young girl,

Who says no words out loud.

She holds a remote,

Changing the channel,

From static to a story she wrote,

A story of friendship.