run boy run

your dog is off
his leash.
i saw him running
across the road
towards the woods,
his blonde coat
glistening in the sun.
he was smiling,
his tail was
wagging, his leash
was dragging
beside him, his
collar was loose
around neck,
he had broken free
from your yard, from
your instructions
to sit and beg,
to roll over and
play dead. your
little treats
couldn't keep
him there, nor
could the punishment
of sting from
the electric fence.
he's galloping now,
he's gone, he has
that sweet taste
of freedom in his
mouth and he won't
be coming back.
i am that dog.