Twirlers, tish, tish, tish.
Clydesdale, Golden Retriever,
She is chomping at the leash,
bobbling up and down,

a beautiful creature
being gassed by the aquarium
of tall buildings swarming
with engines crawling
around on wheels.

Her owners, looking around,
looking up – They think
life beautiful too, enhanced
by their Golden Retriever,
but they’re killing her,
essence and all.

Truthfully, with lonely envy,
I only want the Golden
to come visit me in my office
and stay with me forever.