Collar too tight, chain too short.
Tied out, put out, shut out.
A dull, worn path memorized.
givin’ me the run around.
Not quite what I had in mind
for man’s best friend.
Screen door swings open.
I see them... I do!
Ears perk, tail wags like the white flag of surrender.
Then, scraps of love
callously thrown as leftovers
and for a moment, I believe they are for me
(I do, I do, I do).
Until the sights, sounds and oh, those smells
wafting in the breeze of laughter
make me cry.
I long to sit by the fire, warm inside.
Screen door slams shut.
Barking up the wrong tree
submitted to d'verse poetics tonight where the prompt is writing poetry using idioms. To read the wonderful words of poets... click right here.