Nowhere Slow by Bogdan Dragos

The close up of an old and sick dog's face also wearing a collar
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Oh God, here she

comes again

by my window

with her dog on

a leash

and now the noise


It’s not barking. I

wish it

was barking

but instead

it’s crying, making

those whimpering

sounds children make

when they try to hold

a cry in

The full cry of some

creatures is

like the suppressed

cry of others

This dog shows me that

we humans

tend to respond to the

suffering of other

creatures only if their

cries are properly

expressed and as close to

ours as possible

That is what gives

their lives

value in our eyes

Step on some random

insect and nobody

gives a damn

It’s because the insect has

no way of communicating

to you that it’s in pain

So underdeveloped is their

ability to express pain

that they have literally

no rights in society

and anyone can do

whatever they wish to them

Rodents are probably

next. That’s why experiments

are being performed on them

and they’re being fed

to snakes

Well, reptiles aren’t

too far either,

long as they’re not

turtles or tortoises

But when we get to

kittens and


there’s a bold line

You probably won’t

be sent behind the bars

for killing one

but society will see you

like a monster among

monsters, won’t it?

And now I’m standing here

questioning myself.

What am I?

The dog is in pain

outside my window and what

do I do about it?

The poor thing

is not being tortured

or anything. No, it’s just

very old and very sick. It

can barely walk

and can’t eat anything. Its

teeth look like they’re

made of wood. The legs

are constantly shaking

and the head bobs up and

down with each painful


I want to open the

window and shout,

“Lady, your dog is


But that won’t bring it

back to life, won’t


All you can do now is

put it out of its misery, but

that’ll only

make you the monster, won’t it?

I don’t know. I don’t have


Only more questions.

The old lady

is as old as her dog

but you don’t see her

crying in pain. Otherwise people

would’ve jumped to

help somehow

She’s going nowhere


and the dog follows

in her wake

Fast or very slow, they’re

all going somewhere

as they pass my window

and it seems like

I’m the only one

standing still. Watching.

Waiting for the destination

to come to me

I’m waiting

still waiting


Bogdan Dragos supervises casinos for a gambling company, working twelve-hour shifts locked in a dark office full of TV monitors. There he mostly daydreams and writes poems and stories. He also manages a poetry blog Daydreaming as a profession.

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15 Comments Add yours

  1. Terveen Gill says:

    Bogdan’s emotional poem is a classic example of not seeing beyond one’s nose. An individual’s understanding is limited to their own experiences, pain and suffering being a part of this. It’s unfortunate how humans consider themselves supreme, worthier of care and compassion. Mute creatures as described in the poem not even a part of this tender equation. And the more needless and insignificant they are, the more useless their existence. A wonderful perspective that many won’t even care to contemplate. Quite sad.
    Congratulations Bogdan!

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    1. (=っ◕ェ◕=)っ Thank you!

      It’s appears to be quite true. In today’s world, the best an animal can do to protect itself against humans, is not to be strong or fierce, but to appear cute and lovely :)))
      Best survival mechanism against humanity…

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  2. Jane Aguiar says:

    Your perspective and eye for anything is great. ❤️
    Congratulations, Bogdan!

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    1. (─‿‿─) Thank you, Jane!

      Observing people is my favorite activity :))
      It’s, of course, best to do it without judgment, but you can’t always avoid that :)))

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      1. Jane Aguiar says:

        A pleasure, Bogdan! I also like to read people’s behavior and mind.
        So I don’t just read the poem but find out what the poet is focusing on. ˘з(˘⌣˘ )

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  3. bookerdb says:

    It’s rare to read a poem with such impact and feeling.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. ʕっ→ᴥ←ʔっ♡ Oh, thank you so much!

      Liked by 1 person

  4. gwengrant says:

    A really touching poem. Delicate and gentle.

    Liked by 3 people

    1. Thank you, Gwen!


  5. This is a good write my friend…..

    I go to pieces whenever I step on an ant.

    They flee when they see me coming -in terror

    I gotta problem Bogdan……help me please

    Liked by 2 people

    1. There definitely are some people in the world who, for religious reasons, walk with a broom wherever they go and literally sweep the way ahead just in case some small insect is about to be stepped on.
      Their religion forbids them from taking any life, no matter how small.

      I guess they’re really easy to get long with… (´。• ᵕ •。`)

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      1. How interesting. I can believe that……

        Liked by 1 person

  6. jonicaggiano says:

    So much truth and education of conscience here. This is woven to me with great sadness because of how much truth there actually is within this piece. You can look in twitter and quickly see that the videos that get the most likes on social media are cute animals and human babies doing sweet things, etc. Some of the most intelligent and endangered large animals are trophy animals even those endangered to be hunted down for showing off mostly (if you ask me). Congratulations on another great story! Sending you hugs my friend, Joni

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    1. Thank you, Joni! ( ღ˘⌣˘ღ )

      Truly, humanity made its point when it comes to survival of the fittest. From here we can just play with the other species, and apparently we do. And apparently we keep the toys that are cutest and discard or downright destroy those that seem to pose a threat to us.


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