the house dog – a poem
each question curls into itself - like the dog today on the snowbank?all winter long it lounged about the house - and laid back feet in the air eyes shut with pleasure when even strangers scratched her ears? and fed her scraps and this morning – what was the last time we saw a sky like that -- the half eaten carcass of a squirrel beside her - she lies on the snowbank and looks past us...
