Somewhere there is something.
There is something unfamiliar;
Something opposite, desperate.
It’s outside the societal bliss,
Beyond the palace walls,
Past the perfect pastures of cows.
Disney doesn't have the means
To share it with the world.
It’s a three legged dog:
Hide him, no one will know,
No one will care.
“But, where’s the dog?”
They’ll ask, but they will not pry,
Will not risk an awkward moment.
Far be it for comfort to be broken,
Perfectly content with themselves.
It's a tainted glass,
forever reflecting only red and blue.
Tomorrow the dog may sneak out.
He’ll stumble out on his remaining paws,
Make his way to the group.
And all by himself he will unnerve them;
A small domestic animal.
The day after it won’t be the dog.
The day after no one can ignore;
“Home how it used to be.”
All along they could have stopped it.
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