Flying dogs

July 21, 2010



Do dogs dream of flying?

The paws scrabbling during dreams,

the muffled barks, wrapped in cloud;

could it be they chase sparrows

up beyond tight leash of earth?

How far do their brains stretch,

those companions of smooth aliens,

those interpreters of foreign voice?

They know to find meaty meaning

in nonsensical noise we make,

the complicated sound droppings

we float into blank noseless air.

Why then could dog not look beyond

and dream of wings, of slipped collar

soaring?  Little Pegasus of wag,

small brown scented eagle;

scratching blue in basket bliss.

Rainbow of smells is beckoning.

P.S. Cottier

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