Poem: Dogs in Cars by Mark Tulin

Dogs in cars
with sad faces.
Hot, suffocating breath—
Forever panting their agony.

Restless,
paws on the steering wheel,
chewed up Kleenex boxes,
scratched up seat covers.
Just the owner’s scent remains.

Poor dogs,
looking so lonely,
unable to freely walk,
to sniff the fresh air,
separated from the world
by thick sheets of glass
and automobile metal.

Your howls are muffled,
unheard by your owner,
oblivious to your pain
while he buys frozen taquitos
and a quart of vanilla ice-cream.

©️mft