The humble peg leads a perilous existence,
always watching for the chance of escape.
Cornered hems of a teatowel clamped
swashbucklingly between its teeth,
it leads the charge,
as a superhero-in-training slays stuffed toys.
Or….
Jaws overstretched
(like an anaconda swallowing a goat)
around a quilted, 100% rayon, dressing gown
on a clothes horse stabled near the radiator,
The tension will be broken by a warcry:
SNAP!
as the peg flings itself, murderously springloaded,
at the eyes of innocent passersby
carrying their cuppa back to the comfy chair to catch up
on Fair City.
Or…..
Plastic shards
Seen in their final repose,
spiking the squelch of
Digested dog’s dinner,
waiting in the weeds beneath the washing line,
Bear testament to puppy boredom.
Freedom has its price.
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