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The Daily Routine

It all sparks off
With the mention of the park
Her white tail twirling
Relishing the renewal 
Of her communion with nature
Her contact with her ancestral past

Then off to the park in the car
Where ,after taking her ease,
She sniffs at the sourness
Of tired vegetation
With more attractive smells
To follow.

Let off her lead,running free
Through the rustling carpet of russet,
Her paws paddling with pleasure
Until she stops ,stock still
A sentinel searching 
For a lightning flash of a glimpse of grey.

Then off like a rocket in pursuit
Only to be left beaten and  baffled
Beneath a tree circled several times 
Letting out little yelps
Revisited every round
In the off chance
Of catching one unawares

Here it is the survival of the fastest

Off she  slowly trots
Disappointed,
Her short pants the sonar 
To detect where she is
When out of sight.

With every patrol around the park
Her pace begins to slacken
To be renewed at the mooting 
Of a return home.

Slyly she tries to slip away
To escape having to leave
Her park paradise

With her lead finally replaced
That puts paid 
To her thoughts of continued liberation
Back into the car she goes
Resignedly
And upon her return
Drifts into a deep dream
Where her ghostly yelps 
And wriggling legs
Replicate her exploits
Of her daily walk.

Copyright © Denis Bruce | Year Posted 2024

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