A Clever Melody

Riding on my bicycle, I move through the neighborhoods of my place. Children waving, mountains snow capped in the back ground, wondering smog, crowded buses in a hurry, bells ringing, school's out, father and sun doubled on a bicycle, an eerily still convalescent. Everyday I ride the same route, I notice changes with each day and the quiet still unmoving consistencies.
But the dogs always break into my thoughts. The stray dogs move so slowly from one place to the next, maybe giving me a glance as I glide by. Them, surviving day to day on the waste of others, skinny and sunken...yet free.
The dogs that bark remain behind criss-crossed fences, snarling at me and what ever else moves beyond their caged freedom. Them, fed and loved by their human companion. Fat and ensconced...yet angry and violent. Fearful of the freedom beyond the cage.
One day someone said: we can create a container of freedom. A container where the people believe in the illusion that they are free but move only to the clever clapping of our crafted melody.