That Dog

I am that dog, who ran away,

Scarred and sly,

Quick and careful.

I know which doors will,

Open when I whine,

And where the slops taste the best.

Come, join the hunt with me tonight,

Perhaps the cat,

From two doors down,

Here’s the restaurant,

That shuts at two,

Where Beggar Ben,

Would take our due.

If you miss me one cold night,

I am gone,

To some place new,

Neither “Bed” nor “Heel”,

Not call nor whistle,

Must I obey,

Now I am gone.

I am that dog, who ran away,

Did the deed,

And slipped my lead,

Not your loyal friend,

Dumb chum, comforter,

Gone with the wind,

Alone but free.