Sunday, July 28, 2013

My Old Dog

He mostly lies around
on concrete or green grass
and clover, avoiding the bees
that favor the same spot,
stiffly getting up to change
position, circling around
a foot away, surveying the yard
til all is secure, dropping down
in hesitating steps, deciding
whether to lie on his white belly,
snout resting on his fore paws,
or roll over with a satisfied grunt
to his side, listening with
his ear to the ground.
It's always one or the other.

©Eusebeia Philos 2013


  1. I feel like I could join him for a nice nap today. We are all creatures of habit.

  2. One of our dogs is in his golden years and his life is much like this. Spends more time contemplating than ever actually doing. :)

    1. A cautionary tale in that for us as we age, perhaps? Keep moving... :)

  3. This is a nice poem with a nice, subtle music to it. The poem also ends with a good line.