Have I Created a Monster

I watched you wander the house day after day,

And often wondered was it much of a life,

Cooped in the same set of four walls,

Day after day, after years of stalking the wildlife.

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Do you miss the scents upon the breeze?

Are you sad you no longer trek through the adventures?

Just the same environment, the same four walls,

The same old, same old, no more misadventures.

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I decided to give you a small gift of freedom,

Hooked a great deal on the tools we’d need,

Excited for you and the pleasure you’d gain,

A trek is in your future, I did concede.

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The postie arrived with a parcel for you,

A special coat to wrap around your chest,

You first turned your nose up at this vest,

Until you realised you were the best dressed.

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As the door swung open you took off in glee,

Freedom for the first time in quite a number of years,

You sniff everything within your sight,

And soon overcome any forgotten fears.

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You toss and rolled on the scented grass,

Raced down the driveway to look around in joy,

Scooted through different yards in interest,

Absolutely the happiest little boy.

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But then I turned you around and waltzed you home,

Oh boy, didn’t you argue this with me,

An hour and fifteen minutes not near long enough,

To get your fill of being finally free.

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Now you cry in the mornings asking for more,

Although when I give in it’s never long enough for you,

I live with your mournful cries in the afternoon,

And worry that all I’ve done is made you blue.

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You take it in hand to problem solve this issue,

Reaching for the front door handle determined to flee,

When that doesn’t work, you try to dig your way out,

Sure that if you dig long enough you’ll soon be free.

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When I thwart your efforts with weighted boxes

Placed conveniently in front of the door,

You push and pull until you squeeze between them,

And scratch and dug at the floor some more.

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I thought I was clever when I turned the boxes upright,

But you chose to sit in them and dig deeper,

So I turned them upside down much to your disgust,

And you sat and cried, who made me the door keeper?

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When I looked away, you discovered you could jump on top,

And reach the door handle from the height I’d built,

That wasn’t the plan mister, it was meant to deter you,

Your determination suddenly filled me with guilt.

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We explore the neighbourhood twice daily now,

But still you ask and beg and cry,

More Mum please, please open the door,

Because I know you will continue to try.

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I wished to help you spread your metaphorical wings,

But instead I have to wonder if I created a monster instead,

For every inch I give you try to take a mile,

Patience dear boy! You push where others fear to tread!

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