A
Dog's Life
We start
early - my boss and I
To investigate the beach,
And stroll among the visiting throng -
Together - leash to leash.
There's
much to check - so little time
To look - to touch - to smell;
I look - I touch - I take a whiff;
An object is revealed.
We pass
a park where children -
Giggle as they play,
And by the bier of the fishing pier
That Isabel snatched away.
We see
some buoys a - bobbing
Just beyond the beach -
And skittish-brazen gulls hobnobbing
Just beyond my reach.
Sometimes – I might quite succeed
To slip the bond between,
Race here and there - in solitaire -
And what does that all mean?
Not
much! – we’re soon united;
The parting's mostly brief.
No harm is done, it’s all in fun -
It never brings us grief.
A happy
pair we always are
In calm or stormy weather,
Linked each to each in solemn bonds -
Of room and board – and leather.