Bloodhound
Morning has risen
the sky is showing off
a bit more enthusiasm than i
with my ears hanging
off the edge of the bed
my worried look shows
through the wrinkles
slumped on my face
i know the routine
a quick kiss on the head
leaving me with the same stain
of faded pink lips as the coffee cup rim
then you mutter i will be back soon
and slam the door behind you
i do my usual
slide out the door
that only i seem to use
and bask in the sun
awaiting your return
it appears you forgot to lock the gate;
i venture beyond the confines
of this chained yard
watching the little girl
just down the street
as she eats candy
in similar shades
of the rising sun
she seems to be alone
i guess she slipped out
through an unlocked door
i follow in a distance
as not to startle her
sniffing out crumbs
of the candy she's left behind
when i hear her faint cries
i stop and change direction
following that sweet scent
a few blocks from our neighboring town
it leads me to a red brick house
with a white weathered fence
people standing there
crying out her name
as they frantically look around
i let out a little yelp
coaxing them to follow me
they hesitate but i insist
you know how persistent i can be
when on the trail of something
i lead them to our part of town
and the little girl with her candy trail
rushes to her mother's arms
they follow me back to our house
as i slip in the gate
they pat me on the head
a bit more enthusiastic then you
and slowly close the gate
i bask in the sun
and wait your arrival
June 28, 2019
The Bloodhound
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