Rory Galbraith Poet Prose Poetry

My Ole Hound Dog

I was having one of “those” mornings
being all boo-hoo 
and feeling sorry for myself
just counting the ways 
that things were so uncool
when my ole hound-dog came up 
and nuzzled my thigh
I reached down and rubbed his ears
and got to thinking
do hound-dogs ever get the boo-hoos
and I realized
yeah, they probably do
with that revealing flash of insight
I got down on my knees
and gave my ole hound-dog a hug so tight 
that it hitched my breathing
he got to wagging and licking
tossing his head and smiling
and I got to making all that 
talking-to-my-ole-hound-dog-baby-talk
while we were having ourselves 
a good ole time together
I got to thinking again 
when you get the boo-hoos 
and start feeling sorry for yourself
what you must try and do
is give comfort to someone else
and if the closest someone else 
is your very own wag-licking ole hound-dog
then you just get down on your knees 
and let that comfort flow
while I was doing just that
and we were nose-to-nose
we looked into each other’s eyes 
and I had another revealing flash of insight
I wasn’t giving comfort to my ole hound-dog
he was giving comfort to me.

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