spying on our dogs

The dogs are in their pen We have a new video app where we can watch them We look into Joe’s cell phone at their usual places No dogs Did they escape? I turn the video camera to the gate Long sigh as I realize it is still bungee corded shut Buddy is tall; I see his back walk past the camera Is that a deer? My husband asks, looking over me Maybe It’s a dog, I suggest I look closer Whatever he sees, I do not see Nothing gets clearer with age