Windy~May 31, 2010

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