escape

even the dog
wants out.
he scratches at
the door
and howls,
waiting for
his chance
to escape.
the birds,
knowing what's
up, gather
together in bird
silence
and all at
once wing south,
you can hear
the inmates
gnawing
at the bars,
behind prison
walls,
digging tunnels
with spoons,
even us on
the outside,
never content
with where
we are, or what
we have,
stare longingly
at the far
away, full moon.