the dog of my life

The dog of my life This is not an evening when one feels jubilant When I look out of the window, I see a few cars going up and down the road till they reach the roundabout and drive back past my window There is nothing to be surprised about in this town, dramatic car crashes happen in America Where Hollywood is afire When I lived in the countryside and had a dog We walked in the forest and there were always new things to discover, often we stood still and listened to the silence, we could hear trees Coming home I lit the wood stove while the dog Oh, so lazy stretched out on the sofa, feeling while I was in the kitchen preparing her food I had given up telling her to eat slowly Contentment never lasts, we had twelve years Together what’s left is a wonderful memory