Freedom

A coworker brings his dog in, and her expression when she’s allowed to “free range” reminded me of this lovely poem.

 

Freedom (Louis Dudek)

My two dogs

tied to a tree

by a ten-foot leash

kept whining and howling for an hour

till I let them off.

 

Now they are lying quietly on the grass

a few feet further from the tree

and they haven’t moved since I let them go.

 

Freedom may be

only an idea

but it’s a matter of principle

even to a dog.

via compendium of universal human situations, louis dudek.

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