Not all it’s cracked up to be

I look over and see the dog
who’s now looked up at me
and if I had to say what
he is thinking, it would be
that adulthood’s a bore –
no more waiting for that moment
when no one pays attention
to grab carrots off the counter
and shred them all over the floor –
no more midnight snacks
of people’s favourite footgear.
It’s all yawns and scratching
your ear, while some bird
finishes tapping a keyboard
or she’s finally put down
that paper brick she holds
only when she’s got those
rings of glass on her nose…

If he could speak I think he’d say
What did I get accustomed
to this dumb collar and leash for
if it was to stretch out on the floor
or pad around the house all day?

 

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