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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