Trying to get home perhaps
Perhaps looking to get away
Away from abuse or too much love
Love that fattened a speckled puppy
Puppy with a brown leather leash
Leash that once meant long walks
Walks turn into frantic scrambling
Scrambling to find a way back home
Home before day turns into night.
Note: Driving home from Good Friday services, I caught sight of a small brown and white dog, perhaps a setter, trying to squeeze its pudgy self beneath a wire fence beside the interstate.
A long leash was attached to its collar. There were no houses nearby; just a gas station.
Part of me wanted to stop and help. To find the little guy’s owner, certain that some poor youngster would be missing her BFF and spending the night in tears.
The other part won out. I didn’t know if the dog was rabid, if it had left a situation worse than running along the highway, or if it knew exactly where it was and intended to get home in due time.
Don’t you think that people who take on the responsibility of a pet should care for it better??
P.S. This poetry form is called Chain Verse (and no, I didn’t know it either, before I did some proper research!!)
P.S. 2. Happy Easter to all my wonderful online friends!!