in this cage
and wondering what's next.
The words are on the wall
but I can't read
the text.
I notice a door
down this corridor
with a tease of fresh air.
I just wonder if my people
are waiting
out there.
Other dogs are now
barking.
What could that be?
Perhaps this is my moment,
once again,
to be free.
You see I am the quiet kind
although
I have cried
as the tears that fall
are kept
deep down inside.
So I think of the sun
and the birds
in the sky
and yes
my favorite fire hydrant
in which I never deny.
I have no sense of time
and yet
I anticipate
to run back into the loving arms
of those
who wait.
The bad news
I'm not hearing
would be a crushing blow
as my family died
in a car accident
over 2 months ago.
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