04 May 2008

Writer's Island 05/04/08 "Ferocious"


by Constance

I am the dog inside

the house, barking,

barking, mouth moving

rhythmically behind

the picture window.

The glass constrains

my protest, but you

know what I am saying.

I am the dog tied

outside, in the back

of a crumbling duplex

behind a broken car.

shackled with rope, tied

to a pulley, I run and run,

grooving the mud

in an arrow straight line.

I am the dog behind

the wire gate, jumping,

jumping frantically

jumping as if this time

I'll bound skyward right

over the top of the chain

link fence, and float away

to a warm southern state.

I am the dog stalking

shadowing, pacing a foot

behind, uttering guttural

noise, one step removed

from Canis Lupus. Barking

no longer expresses

my dissatisfaction

with this life.


Greyscale Territory said...

Love the graded images of a dog's identity. But especially love the last comment - barking is not enough to express dissatisfaction with this life.

Just great!


Constance said...

thanks, Gemma. Every once in a while I see flashes of the 'other' side in my dogs. *g*

Anonymous said...

The only dissatisfaction your dogs have is when you don't wait on them fast enough!

Constance said...

Anon - have you been reading their blogs again?!

Gabriele C. said...

Well, that one's not about the Corgies, I bet.

Nor is the picture. :)

Constance said...

As Anon noted, my dogs are a bit spoiled. They don't know they aren't people. :)