The prompt: Put yourself in someone (or something) else's skin and write a poem about the experience. Who (or what) ever you become, please make that the title of the poem. If you're Buddy Holly, your poem should be called "Buddy Holly." If you're the Bates Motel, your poem should be called "Bates Motel." And so on.
And my (second attempt at a) poem:
The Family Dog
New home
New collar
Cozy bed
Center of the world.
Toys
Walks
Car rides
Snuggles on the couch.
What is THAT?
Crying
Squeaking
Receiver of all toys, love, attention.
"Go lie down."
"Be quiet."
Banished
From the couch,
the kitchen,
the "playroom".
Forgotten outside
overnight
more than once.
"Did anyone feed the dog?"
At last a shift.
She who displaced now befriends.
Tea parties
Dress up
Endless walks around the house.
Follow me here.
"Good dog."
Now over here.
"You are my best friend."
The life of the family dog.
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