Barbie Dogs
I am a dog with no master
Alone
Proud and hungry
Go where I want
Envied by shampooed, collared pedigrees
Watching me lick my wounds
Through the plate glass of their cosseted lairs
Vicariously reliving my pain
From their blankets in front of the living room fireplace
Knowing only what they're told to know
Turning tricks for kibbles and bits.
Unaware of the strength in their own jaws
Or the hidden speed of their haunches.
While I roam the world at my own pace
Unafraid.