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.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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