An Unplanned Siesta

Again, I find myself

Standing at a crossroads,

Pondering directions.

Unsure which path to take.

Should I? Could I? Perhaps?

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The sun is overhead.

At the roadside, flowers.

Birdsong lilts from afar.

Wheat heads rustle nearer.

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It’s been a long journey,

Full of rush and bother,

That led me to this place.

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Beside these thoroughfares

I shall pause, breathe, relax.

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There’s time for a siesta.

His Master’s Voice?

They must think us dogs

salivating to their bells

doing tricks for tiny treats!

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And how can they not

when we drool at every cue

playing games they tell us to?

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Is there any choice?

After all, they hold the cards

and set the rules we must regard.

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Why must we regard

their arbitrary edicts

when their only care

is their self-serving interests?

Bite the hands that feed, I say!

Ignore their strident bellows!

Exercise our every freedom!

Let us run across the meadows!