What was I thinking- letting the dog run loose?
She hasn’t come back, and it’s been seven days.
A week now my boy’s been roaming the streets
Looking for clues and crying for his girl.
Maybe she was hit by a car or stolen,
Or maybe she just found a better family.
It’s not the same here without Mercy, the family
Dog, to talk to, without having to sweep up her loose
Hairs drifting across the hardwood. She’d join me for stolen
Naps on summer afternoons, and on school days
Wait to hear the call of her boy, “Here girl!”
After the school bus dumped him on the street.
Some day my son will buy a house on a dead-end street
With a big yard, when he’s thinking of starting a family.
He’ll search and search for a beautiful girl
To marry. They’ll have children that he will let loose
To play in the big yard. It’s then he’ll remember the days
Spent searching for our dog, and imagine his own daughter - stolen.
The one who took his dog at sixteen will have stolen
Again a tiny piece of his sanity. He must keep his daughter off the street!
She’ll stay under the protection of her father until the day
She finally says she must break free of this smothering family.
Then her mother, thinking everything will be okay, will let her loose
Into the big wide world that calls sweetly to dogs and young girls.
And my grown boy will look for clues and cry for his girl,
Fearing the worst, that his daughter has been stolen.
After all, they let rapists and murderers loose
Through loopholes every day to roam the streets
Just looking to devour some unsuspecting family
And then act as if it’s just another day.
But for now, we’ll just spend another day
Crying for Mercy and warning the boys and girls
In the neighborhood to keep a close watch on their family
Dogs, so their beloved pets don’t also get stolen.
Because there seems to be a dognapper running loose
Through what we once believed were our safe streets.
As for Mercy, we’ll keep her in our family prayers each day,
And we’ll keep the curtains open for stolen glances into the street,
Hoping the dognapper, thinking everything will be okay, will let our girl loose.