In Cautious Times
In times like these dark times anxious
men and women of the land will pace.
Back and forth, and forth and back, like
the endless cogs of machinery.
To what purpose now? We spoke,
believed the best of Fellowman and
friends. But what of man's Best Friend,
a momentarily forgotten pet?
Anxious Rex, seated near an open
window, looks as if to see a horseman
plodding up the path. Perhaps he bears
news of food, with cautious dogs in tow.
But what becomes of us, we ask.
In silence Rex meditates, replies with
eyes--his steady out-of-window gaze
signals us to hope for better days.
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