Off Leash

They let me off my leash and I ran into the storm.
The scent of home washed down into the gutter.
I wander the concrete jungle.
Unleashed but strangled by the thread my master keeps.
Flooded with fear and anxiety; panic washes over me.
My silky coat sops up the storm remains, but the wetness drags me down.

I slowly trudge home, no longer lost. The black storm clouds spread and I can see my path.

My head hangs low. It is heavy with shame and debris.

The journey home will be slow, grueling, cold, lonely.

Don’t get lost again.