OFF LEASH

Release them

and then watch 

them run wild, head

in a frenzy for the hills...

Eventually, 

after they've had 

a good romp,

they‘ll come home,

bored, tired 

and hungry,

bloody and bleeding,

foxtails in their paws,

tails between their legs,

whimpering for affection—

and you’ll have it 

to give.

Who are these beasts

you know so well?