A SQUEAK IN THE NIGHT

Love is a chew toy
dripping in drool;
played with,
squeezed the life out of,
fought over,
possessed,
let go of,
thrown over the fence,
forgotten.

If you’ve lost yours,
check beneath the bed
or inspect the yard
for a freshly dug hole.

Find it.
It’s still somewhere.

You can wash it off,
put it back in use,
enjoy it again.
We are,
after all,
dogs.

Woof!

written on 03/22/2016 by: Matt Kane