She Got Loose Today
The sliding glass door opens,
Into the cool morning air,
Her petite body,
Prances oh so elegantly into the small secure fence fortress,
Beginning her morning routine,
She lifts her head high in smelling wonder,
“Nothing new today”,
She Lowers her head,
Sniffing the manicured landscape,
Her thin legs move her perfectly groomed canine body,
Around the oh so familiar plot,
The harsh fence barricade,
Keeps her from the raw edge of freedom.
Then her nose twitters,
Ears perk up,
Freedom!
Without a thought,
She springs through the void of careless open fence limits,
Her fluid petite body sweeps into the wild unknown,
With her so proudly placed flying ribbon bow,
Tied on her necklace of pink hearts,
With her recently brushed teeth,
With sweetened breath,
She covers herself with glorious thick mud,
Sweet rebellion!
Rushing towards the sweet smells,
Of morning buns on MainStreet,
What is this she wonders?
She follows the Markings,
Free dogs?
These markings lead her into the hills of Colonial graveyard,
where the free writers lye,
Her proper morning squat calls to her,
The deep echoes of laughter from the graves of Thoreau and Alcott,
Are heard,
AS her free shit lays before them,
Steaming in the free