Gallery Poem

PRISCILLA PUG

She hangs crooked slightly
On a wall,
Eyes beady, bold.

She's staring
Curls primped, proper,
Just above shoulders.

She hears
The photographer
Say "Treat!"

With a tilt,
Twist of head,
Flash of bulb,

She's captured,
Developed,
Caged,
Trapped.

-Rachel Doda