EASTER PRELUDE

MY HOUSE IS SMALL. HERS IS LARGE AND WARM, WITH A SOFT BED. MY PERIMETERS WERE ESTABLISHED BY CHAIN LINK IN FIVE MINUTES. HER MEANDERINGS KNOW NO BOUNDS. I ONLY SPEND TIME IN MY HOUSE WHEN IT'S RAINING OR SNOWING OR I NEED TO SLEEP. SHE'S RARELY IN HER HOME TOO, BUT WHEN SHE IS, SHE CHOOSES NOT TO VENTURE OUTDOORS. WHENEVER SHE COMES HOME, I BARK AS SHE DISEMBARKS FROM A VEHICLE AND SCOOTS INDOORS. DAY IN, DAY OUT HER ROUTINE PREVAILS. ALONE, I BARK. LONELINESS ASSAILS ME. THE MEASURE OF MY MISTRESS' HUMANENESS IS IN THE FREQUENCIES OF MY CRIES. WHY HAS SHE FORSAKEN ME AND MY NEEDS AND THE SINGING BIRDS AND RA IN OUR SKY?