A Broken Collar Poem by Joseph Anthony Montefusco

The obedient glimmer in its eyes
seems to have died
And not much to my surprise

Sit
Stay
Speak

Silence

At every word it turns its head
It seems my dominance is dead
And it hogs the covers in my bed

My innocent little pup is anything but
Now a fearless mutt
I’d go for its collar, but –
its claws have already cut

Its collar may be broken
but the leash is tough
Will I ever have enough
to bring back my innocent little pup?