People know that I have an obsession with corgis, so when it came to writing a story about lost things during a poetry class, a corgi became the main character. This poem is about grief, and how it affects yourself and others. In the story, the corgi is grieving a loss, the loss of his collar, and he notices how big the changes in his life are, even with such a small loss.
I’m a corgi called Carlos, and I lost my collar.
And now, nobody can hear me coming.
I can’t run toward my person when she comes home
Tags jingling, ringing like a fire bell.
Silence. Running doesn’t sound the same anymore
I was running outside beneath a tree,
Feeling the low branches brush my back
I felt something tugging on my collar
I wriggled away from whatever was pulling it
I heard a snap, and then I was free.
It feels like I have a thorn in my paw.
Nothing’s really hurt but my pride.
I don’t have the status that the other dogs have.
The others lay their ears back and growl.
I can’t chew the rope toy with them.
I feel naked, like I forgot something
Shame. Grief. I lost what I hold dear.
I don’t have friends anymore.
I wish I could wriggle back to where I was
To recover what I lost.
That ring of an unknown color
(I can only see black and white)
Those metallic tags that warn I’m coming
I’m cold without them
Golly, I miss my collar.