Woofing To The Sound Of The Autumn Wind
I bark upon deaf ears,
Sitting, staring, wagging my tail,
And still you do not come for me.
My heart pounds with envy,
As the leaves dance on the front lawn,
Yet I find myself trapped in this house.
I dream of dancing among them,
Smiling with anticipation,
I find myself unable to escape.
In the moment that I have lost hope,
With gentle sounds of footsteps and hinges,
I find my cell open, and the dance floor is mine.
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