The dogologues

After Ozymandias

I met a traveler from the dog park near
Upon his brow was stamped
A treat for me and then I’ll play.
He romped upon the muddy ground
Pups joined and frolicked all around
Simple pleasures did abound

Abstract:

In this dogologue, a writer and the dog who sits near her desk as she works speak. The dog is concerned about the fate of the world in the hands of humans. His urgent questions send the writer into the world of her own memories when she was a child alone with a horse in nature.

There she is…

There she is, barely visible, tucked under her mother’s back leg, next to her black and gray brother, with whom she would spend the rest of her life in our house.