Saturday, February 11, 2017

Constellation Perambulation

I see Orion in the sky.
He’s shooting Taurus in the eye,
standing tall so way up high,
his dog sparkling right behind.

I walk my dog under his feet
in our winter night time heat,
down the block and across the street,
his toenails clicking on concrete.

Unlike Sirius following,
my dog Duke is frolicking
in front of me. He likes to lead.
The command to heel, he does not heed.

He doesn’t look up in the sky.
He doesn’t ever wonder why.
He doesn’t care about the stars up high,
only sights, smells, and sounds nearby.

He wants to please, I do believe,
but a hunting dog he could not be.
Too distractable to retrieve,
content to walk on a leash with me.

by:  Paula D. Nevison

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