Restrained

His pure white eye balances out the brown one
The mangy yellow coat reminiscent of a lion
Silently sitting as the petals float by
Adrift by today’s bipolar weather

A plastic cup, his only possession
Not even half full, more empty
His bushy tail drags behind him, hardly lifting
Hardly doing anything

Ears pulled back at times
Listening, waiting, hoping
Paws waiting, eager for his master
He limps and settles back into position

People pass him on the street,
He doesn’t even acknowledge their presence
He’s just waiting and watching
Sniffing the air as he adjusts

The only movement is his head
As it twists and turns reacting
To the unsettled outside environment
And his sad eyes searching and piercing me

“will they come for me?
Where are they? Why am I…
Restrained…”