I’m fidgety and worried
What lies behind the door?
I already know it’s hurried
It scratches and begs
If men are dogs
What dog lies behind this door?
Is it one who pees on the rug
And pretends he didn’t do it?
Or will he run away
To visit another family
And get double the love?
If you get too close
And he’s in a bad mood
Is he going to snap and growl
And carry on?
Bite the hand that feeds?
Does he obey everyone
And never pick a side?
Or will he win the heart
With his cute good looks
And big brown eyes
Begging for your love
Might he be
That perfect puppy,
The one who loves me
Forever and ever?
My hand reaches towards the door
There is something inside
Kicking and screaming
Yelling to be heard
…My instincts?
Have they ever been wrong?
In my hand grasps the cold knob
My fingers squeeze
Preparing to turn
The beast behind the door
Lets out a growl
A growl that unblocks
The sound from my instincts’ cage
My hand flies free
I back away
And listen to the beast
As it carries on
And laments his failure at deception