Dog

I watch
As my emotional cloud
Changes shape in the air
Turning into of all things
A bright white dog
With his tail wagged low
And his hears pointed down
He sits defeated
He hopes for something
Some freedom
Tha has been deprived
Since his inception
It wants to run
And play in the emerald grass
Kicking gray and white rocks
And chasing lightning bugs
But their glow seems so gar
And the leash that holds him
Is too tightly chained to the fence
For him to sup
On the fountain of life
That is just out of his reach
He can't break free
He can't be free
The wind blows
The dog is gone
But the feeling
Is still there