Beyond the Fence (stream of consciousness writing 7)

I think of you here
In the late night quiet
Where it's just me
The pale smolder-
Of breath leaving my body-
And the neighbors dog
Occasionally barking
At the things that scurry
Across the ground
In front of where he is chained
Me and the dog
We're not so different
We have exhausted ourselves
From digging all day
To get to the other side of the fence
Where the world would be ours
And dog days would be every day
Not just reserved for hell or summer
But we're both just panting now
Watching the steam leave
From our hungry jaws
And laying down to sleep
Snuggled up with our chains
And dreaming of the world
Beyond the fence.