Harnessed

You somehow

Got tangled in your harness

Wrapped in a nylon belt

Lassoed through and through

How did you do this, I asked

You whimpered

Fix it, don’t touch me.

Pair of shears

Should do it.

But nothing doing.

You bolted out the screen door

Nose first

Harness-wrapped.

I found a muzzle

But nothing doing.

I found a blanket.

Honey held you fast while you bit and barked

I snipped the harness free.

Relief at last,

While you perfect your pout.

 

#30poemsin30days

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. She is enrolled with the Osage tribe.
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