In the Pink

Pulling the feeder with dogged determination
Deliberately wrenching wretched restraints
Tail a headless sweeping serpent

Head aloft sampling the wondrous wafts of wind
Of dogshit, shine-ola and stagnant sleeping souls
Wise-eyed quivering with nasal anticipation

Teeth to sharpen, splintering furniture wood and bone
Running crazy circuits, with muscles to hone
Waiting watchfully for the excess success

Monitoring miniscule mice-like movements
Day dreaming with canine cunning
Of squeaks, sirens and stars shinning silently

Brown-eyed-baby lusting for snacks
Glass reflections strangely startle
Boastful barking black, hair raised attacks

Hark! Jingling jangling keys of free!
Bark! Bouncing of the beckoning bye-bye
Wriggling, peeing thrills to be!!