June 16, 2017Poem
The sleeping dog
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The sleeping dog
Lies peacefully
Barely breathing
A slight twitch of an eyelid
The flick of a tail
A ripple of the ribcage
What dreams are these
To move him so
A fear of mortality
The loss of a friend
Lover or child
How deep is this love
When all is done
His stomach is full
A walk in the rain
A rub down, a hug
To lie on the rug
In warm surety
Of his own security
Does he believe
In the future
Is there a concept of mind
If we could read his thoughts
What would we find
Will he weep
When the old man dies
For him, his death
Or his absence
If he dies first
The old man
Will soon follow
He has always said
He would rather be dead
Than be on his own
A lone wolf.