A Dog's Story: Where Am I? Poem by Bryan Taplits

I know it can be unfair-but it's who I am,
I serve-and so it's just,
But I'm not sure anymore just where I am...?
I don't feel fierce, anymore…
At least not so much.
The way back is…not sure of that-
My nose will help me, sure,
But then there are so many streets- and I still have to eat-
These by-ways and dark alleys, they deter.
I can't go up and wag my tail
(always in yipping glee)
For I've seen me in pools that reflect-
I'm big, and I look so fierce and ornery
I a-scared of the fear I'll confect.
For I fear unsocial humans as much as I do feral cats,
(Oh my! I wish this day were done) ,
Although with the cats they will all run from me-
But when I see a strange man it is me who can't wait to run.
It's getting dark. Oh, I wish I were home-
My dinner will be getting cold,
I can't linger much longer, I'm not a pup anymore-
I am nearly 2 years old.
Drat! I guess this night I must sleep on the shivery ground
Although its summer
Its too late for me to club in this town,
Hmmm. Maybe my patrons, are looking all about
And will notice that I'm no longer around?
The moon is on the rise tonight, but tomorrow I'll look about again
I'll re-check every promising track,
And tomorrow night perhaps I'll be back with my family again-
Gosh,
I'll bet that they can't wait till I get back!