Dog Catcher

The poor dog catcher
in a mountain town flush
with dog lovers long ago
rewrote his job description.

Rather than catching
any citizen’s pets
he’d arrest the owners
for their dereliction.

Collar around the neck
he’d let them go free if
they turned over a card
and it came up immaculate.

What will you catch
by the neck and hold
to fix this old world
of new afflictions?

One day I was snatched
for barking at politicians
my canine companion
would not make a decision.

In the foothills I roam
in the canyons foaming
tagged, unfree
dirty, unclaimed.

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