Dog whistle
Makes me leap
From my basket
Drool down my beard
Scatter across
The library floor
Although my cage
Is expansive
My chain restrictive
I still try to tunnel
Or otherwise escape
To bay at the moon
Even if it’s only
A coin flipped
By the thugs who keep me
Napping on the rug
My food in a bowl
My tail a little in the fire
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