trapped
and i want out the kennel
my master
put me in.
whimpering, whining-- letting distress be known
only goads my master,
shooting sharp eyes and shouts of, "stop crying!"
glass pane door between--
cold, transparent-- I can see, but he remains out of reach
when he does not wish to sit with me.
but other times he begs, "up up!"
"Kisses!"
and gives hugs, love, play;
provides my needs even when hinders or hurts him, but--
often time
tiny hurts
throw me out
until
he decides
he needs me and wants me
back
next to him.
I comply.
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