On Christmas Eve
The animal shelter’s fence
Does not contain the canine wail
That hobbles my feet
And stops my breath,
While Christmas lights
Blink in the gathering dusk.
The meaning of the howl
Sits on my shoulders
Like a night bird’s feet,
As I think of the captive’s fate,
And peer through
At the now empty cage.
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