Walking the Dog
Its south Florida but it could fool you
The sun is ascendant, bright, but its expected
Warmth didn't penetrate the cold blowing bracing wind.
I know, can’t get any sympathy living the winter luxury
Here in south Florida.
My walking companion this morning
Is a jolly lady octogenarian with her companion dog.
Wide open smiling pillsbury pudding face with
Somewhat lumpy dough ensconced with two
Wrinkly jovial dried cherry eyes
Topped by angel hair pasta folded in front
By a carefully marcelled blue wave.
We exchanged pleasantries; she walked
Smartly along in the stimulating cold morning.
But her dog; having four legs you might think
They’d move faster then hers, not the case!
He barely got one paw on the ground ahead of the others.
I was really afraid he was falling behind.
That dog was old, he was a candidate for
A doggy eye job what with his droopy lids.
His face seemed to sag slightly ,
He barely acknowledged me. Most dogs
Curiosity overwhelms their good manners
Because they are compelled to sniff you out
But not him. He just couldn’t be bothered,
His age I guess. I saw them both walking
Yesterday and today, maybe I’ll ask her
How old he is. Maybe not, probably not polite.
What do you think?
Copyright © James Gibbons | Year Posted 2011
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