I wrote this a while back and shared it with a few people. I received a decent response and I quite like how it turned out so I thought I might share it here.

I'm Off to See the Wizard

I'm a rescue dog. As soon as I can escape this cold dark cage I’m off to see the wizard.

You must think being a rescue dog that I need to ask the wizard for a brain.

I must be untrainable, have no manners, I must be unmanageable for someone to dump me here.

But I am very smart.

I use to memorize and perform every trick my master taught me, just to make him proud for his company.

No matter where he went I heeled at his side, he had my undivided attention at all times. So it must be courage right? Being a rescue, I must be scared and weak.

You may be worried about me around your children, or I may bite the neighbours.

But no. I am very strong. I would have defended my people to the death.

My family slept many nights peacefully knowing I was there to protect them.

And I have only gained more courage during this time; I had to, to survive this.

Well that only leaves a heart. I must be off to get a heart from the wizard then.

Even though my heart is broken it is still beating and it waits for someone else to fill it. But thats just it. My time is up in this cage.

They say that I am old, tired and no one wants me.

So I am not going to ask the wizard for anything.

I want him to take away my brain, so I don’t know what is happening when they take me into the back room to my death.

I want him to take away my courage so I do not fight the inevitable.

I want him to take away my heart so I can no longer feel the pain of abandonment and unwant.

I am a rescue dog and I’m off to see the Wizard.

All I want is for this all to go away.