Edgar
42 x 69 x 23 cm
Monday, April 22nd 2024
I will slip away in the dead of the night.
This collar won’t hold me at bay any longer.
The whole situation is dire but anger fueled my will to get out of my plight.
A fellow slender and tall, found me wounded and confused, picked me up, thought to rein me in, got me confined to this barn. Darn !
At night it is spooky in here, the lights are always on
Wind blows in through the window screen, shutters are squeaking and slamming,
the old tree sways, weird shadows on the wall. I am intimidated by this godforsaken place.
The little range I was given is just a rope length cleverly rigged with a tell-all bell tied to the end.
I worn the rope out by tugging on it, the bell warning my handler…
This evening I managed to slip out of that choker quietly,
the only thing I have to do now, is just to drop it. Just drop the collar !
Funny, I am still a bit afraid to do so.
My friend, I assure you, soon I will sneak out.
Good riddance and godspeed Edgar !