In and Out
Dogs that stand outside and seek admittance to within
overlook the worth of what they’ve seen and where they’ve been.
Those of us sealed fast inside yearn to see the world
that we have been deprived of as we lie securely curled
in the safety of our houses, away from chasing cars
and other fun activities kept from us by bars.
We would feel such ecstasy racing after squirrels,
other dogs and cats and lizards, skunks and boys and girls.
We seek to flee the rules that those street dogs seem to flout.
We would have such wild adventures if we only could get out!!
The Street Dog
Lucky little dogs with collars sit there looking out
as though they do not know what life for street curs is about.
We’d love to have their pampering and their daily feeding.
What they seek escape from is exactly what we’re needing!
My friend Patty had a 6 a.m. flight out this morning so I stayed up with her until her taxi came at 3 a.m., then for some reason stayed awake until 5 a.m. My friend Gloria, who spent the night, needed to get up by 9 so I stayed awake to see her off, and with 3 hours sleep, I’m ready to hit the sheets again. So, I’m once again reblogging–this a poem from three years ago. Street cur vs. lap dog. The grass is always greener.
The WordPress prompt today was cur.