it's a hot and humid night..
sticky sweaty skin clings to your clothes..
dripping down your neck..
heat radiating around you..
and a storm is slowly brewing in the distance..
maybe bringing a sign of relief to the masked frustrations..
puppy dogs chew at your feet, lapping up your attention..
abandoned young puppy learning to trust in love..
the older one has too many bad tricks..
he keeps running round in circles, dancing around..
probably too afraid to stop and hear the silence..
you wonder what it would be like,
not restrained by your own chains..
the dutiful dog looking over everyone..
staring off into the distance..
worried about the storm,
desperately trying to keep everyone safe..
but no one plays with you..
you just fade into the background..
no one notices how you feel..
silent barks and empty howls..
you can't trust anyone with words..
and so you sit..
and wait..
in the dark heat of the night..
to bite..
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