Tired Old Dog

Tired old dog strings along gray muzzle huffing hushing song birds. Big head lolling hips rolling a sloppy mug hiding an old joke he keeps to himself I'm unwinding legs from their rocking chair brain. Feet caper crustily, playing catch-up with younger days. Tired old dog is grinning again, it sits itself down on the ground, tail wagging trail dust my way. A dog biscuit and a smoke hover ghost-like between us certain tokens and signs that we have walked a spell away from the younger dogs we imagined we were.