I like seeing the stray dog,
unkempt
as he zigs through the woods,
across the highway,
the wandering dog without a leash,
a ragged collar
around his neck. his tongue
hanging out.
he's answering to no one.
he's off the chain,
out of the yard,
no longer tied to the tree.
he's not longer
being yelled at to stop barking,
or to get off the couch,
or being sprayed for fleas.
he's on his own.
happy, and looking for true
love, a new bone to chew on,
finally
he has only himself to
please.
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