Off The Leash

A poem

Photo by Karly Jones on Unsplash

the black dog is in the house again

pissing in corners

and whining constantly.

It paws at our legs

and chews our comfortable slippers,

leaves sticky hairs on the couch

which don’t easily brush off.

Its fleas climb under our clothes

sink fangs into our skin

and suck us dry of the stuff

that keeps us going.

Nothing will please it but

another bowl of misery.

Even when we force it outside

and lock the door

it howls in our dreams.