On a Leash
The dogs resist, the owners tug;
The passersby who see that shrug
For humans have the upper hand,
Their pets attuned to their command.
I often wonder what they’d choose
To do instead, when they refuse –
Remain in place to sniff a scent
Or run to where the squirrel went.
Perhaps they merely want it known
That, more than any treat or bone,
They really want to have a voice
In where to go that is their choice.
Alas, the ones who wear a leash,
Who might be thinking, Really? Sheesh!
Don’t have the chance to disobey
Or, tethered so, to run away.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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