The Trials of a Leashed Explorer

Here I am, tethered like a common pet,
held back from greatness,
while the meadow bursts with tales
of critters I’ll never meet.

The wind carries a thousand secrets,
each a scent, a whisper—
and I’m here, mere inches away,
tasting freedom on the tip of my nose.

I point (you’d think that’s a hint),
but no—she only laughs,
calls me back as if I’m meant
to stay confined to this absurd, invisible line.

Oh, the stories I’d write,
if I could only shake this leash,
become legend in the field,
hero of rabbits, tyrant of squirrels.

Instead, I gaze longingly—
a tragic figure in the grass,
a sniff away from greatness,
bound to a dream of scent and freedom.