My dog slipped out the leash today
and ran down the street.
I was terrified
she was
gone.
I chased
after her with
my sandals on calling her
name, "Mercy! Mercy! Mercy!"
She thought it was a game and kept going,
across the neighborhood street,
through stranger's backyards,
and jumping into a mud
puddle getting
filthy paws.
When
it was over
I took a walk to
clear my mind of what
just transpired and prayed to God,
that it would never happen again on my watch
I love Mercy, and I don't want her to get hurt.