NaPoWriMo 15: Free at Last

In her frantic and flustered haste,
She left the door swinging wide,
And across the road, she raced.

Though I was intricately tied,
I nibbled and nudged my bothersome rope,
And escaped my confines with relaxed stride.

I cantered off with good hope,
And visited with the others,
Before trotting on up the slope.

Free at last, free at last,
Thank God almighty, I'm free at last.