Bird's foot trapped, freeing him my hand he pecked
Pulling a thorn from paw of man's best friend my dog bit me
In the storm of fear there is no respect
Feather or tether, a child's rampage wishing to be free
A freed canary returns to its cage
A horse tethered since young will not wander
A tied dog's fear turned to rage
A freed dove, on captor's hand sits a moment to ponder
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Author:
sorenbarrett (
Online) - Published: February 15th, 2026 03:17
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Good write SB. Yes, KP could do with being grateful. I don't understand why she complains. I been very generous, giving her double helpings of sewage for her dinners these days. heehee.
Thanks Orchi for the read and encouragement some people you just can't please
This is very real. Nicely put.
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