Walk the Dog
I go out for a walk with Randy
He sets a fine pace
Prancing along
Trotting on tiny toes
Even at the end of the leash
I loose sight of him in the dark
So sleek and black
Save for one white star on his chest
Echolocations above us
Pause so his radar ears may find the sound
Or they may be wings
He thinks of flying away with these cousins
The last light reflects on the river
Just before it turns obsidian glass
We hear noise on the banks
Take me home, Randy