my pets run away from me
searching their whereabouts
summer gives them freedom
to wander; to go with friends
worried they won't come back
before darkness cover tracks
i wish i have put lo-jacks on
it fell off on their wandering
become deaf to my calling
i brush off sadness quest
a light for me; other's jest
am trying to before i rest
(050811)
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