Original+Poem

Dogs in Our Lives It’s joyful when my Master is home to play And throw the tennis ball Around so I can fetch

I’m of to the fresh air Of the outdoors after The master wrangles on That itchy collar and The stupid leash on me.

Once out I smell the scents Of wet grass and the feeling Of the dry dirt slipping between My paws make me want to dig.

I find a stick that’s pleasing In all aspects of thickness, size, And shape. I pick it up and begin to destroy it to pieces.

My master pulls for Me to continue walking I see another dog and begin To run towards it.

Only to find that I’m held Back by this leash that Holds me from exploring at my Free will I hate it.

I see that dumb leash In my vision as I’m walking And I bight it with All I’ve got and don’t let Go. That leash was mine