Dirt trail circling an old maple
ten foot chain wrapping the trunk,
rubbing away the bark, exposing the tender meat inside.
Battered plastic igloo, open on one side
hot in summer, cold in winter….still, it’s dry.
Choke collar on to restrain, and to serve
as a reminder of who’s boss.
Metal bowl for water-
sometimes holding ice, dirt, leaves, bugs –
or nothing at all.
Scattered kibble on the ground
mixed with dirt and grass
shared with ants, birds, squirrels,
but barely enough for one.
Life all around
chirping, scampering, buzzing, biting
but always just out of reach.
The sun controlling
The moon consoling
The seasons rolling on and on
The tree. The dog.
The endless monotony of days….
