Posted in Dogs, Life, Prose

And While the Dog Slept

The earth turned
and the flowers of Spring bloomed

The unintelligible around him
tended their ways,
crisscrossing his path
and he, theirs

while the earth turned

The sound of food,
the smell of something important
at last, wafted past

and the earth still turned

Night became day, which
became night once again
and while the dog slept
everything was as it was

and the earth still turned

And the dog dreamed
dog dreams
of a great sphere, spinning
in the darkness of space
populated by mortal beings
striving, loving, aging, dying,

The urge to scratch
and open its eyes
waiting for something
to soothe its growling hunger

forgetting its dream

of the earth still turning….

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American living in Denmark.

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