My Inner Canine Poem by Francie Lynch
My Inner Canine
When the phone's at home
I'm a dog
Without his bark-collar on;
Off the leash,
Off the property,
Snapping at gulls
On the beach.
I'm digging up old bones,
Lifting a leg,
Barking and chasing
What crosses my path.
Back at home
I loose my dog brain;
I'm tethered and yanked
By a cellular line.
The yelping,
And begging
Have me pining
For the freedom of
My inner canine.
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5/14/2024 1:24:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Our inner canine, I'm at one with my dog we have the same sense of humer. Good ink.