She howled,

baying at the sun,

as she came running out of the swamp…

the indentations of where a collar had been

seen clearly around her neck.

dashing past me,

seeking searching frantically

for what —

for whom?

She took no mind of me,

and was quick to slip out of loop and leash

and then

we corralled her into the fenced area..

and i relaxed.

She was safe.

All was secure.

We would find her home.

.

or a new one.

.

then She scaled the fence…

and kept on running.

was She running to or from?

.

Fences can not keep us safe nor can they keep us free.

i pray she is safe

wherever She is.