The Walk

Sometimes it takes binoculars to look at the up-close and find something new.  Suzi and I make this walk everyday.  But here I am on day six of my 7 day challenge and in looking for something outside of myself to write about, I decided to change my point to view to someone else's.  

Hers.

See that narrow-eyed stare she's giving me?  That her "You never listen" look.

Today I listened; this is what I heard.


The Walk

My walks come in blocks,
one half mile around,
I drag along a human

who's a little tightly wound.
She scuffs.
I bound!

So much grass to water,

trees to sniff,

and fire plugs to explore.

Here a couple toadstools

not here the day before.

She doesn't even smell them,
her plastic bag in hand.
(Did I mention she's deranged?)
She's making a collection
of my deposits on the land.
(I told you, she is strange).

Any dogs out today?

WOOF! WOOF!

I call them out to play.
BE QUIET,
barks my anti social human,

SHUSH.

I pause, to shake it off

and then salute another bush,

pulling forward

nose to the ground,
one half mile around.