Friday, 10 January 2014
The presents have been exchanged
and another year is in these woods
where the trees are hung with portraits
of family pets, those dogs now gone
to chase the deer and squirrel.
In the wild wet woods
some creature glimpsed and freedom
called that dog, that freedom that left her
holding that useless lead. And shouting
his name in vain. Her dog is gone
and along the paths and trails she now
posts photographs on trunks
with details of her reward in cash.
Your dog like an outlaw knows his name
and he won't turn back. Freedom
sends him on . . .