The Little White Dog

I just got out of the sizzling heat with sweat running under my feet I was too anxious to stand so I took refuge in the sand I squat on top of the heightened rock with "what happened" in my hand and just as I was about to open the book A little white dog ran up the hill and looked at me with a grin I wonder if this was a coincident or a game I even thought I was going insane but just as I thought of it a great burden immediately lifted off my head The little white dog stood at the foot of the tree occasionally looking around at me I looked around for its owner but they were on the other side stooping on the ground while the little white dog was busy running around The little white dog was as merry as can be It was real like you and me I still don't know what this was all about the same thing happen two times in a row The mysterious reindeer disappeared but the little white dog is physically here only that it didn't stare There is a greater meaning in this I just don't know where it fits Is someone reading my mind the little white dog and the book are so divine they really made me take a closer look The sound of traffic echoed across the street And I could feel my delicate heart beat There is nothing spectacular about autumn in this area The trees are still green but dry leaves are falling And I could feel my soul anchored deeply within I just don't know where to begin The little white dog has paved the way she is standing on the rock looking at the clock tick tack.