Walking the dogs had to
do it – they saw different
opportunity, went left at
the ridge, ran out of sight
Not that it worries, it’s
their autonomy – barking’s
a statement all’s well with
them, that is usually
But nothing came after
separation – complete
silence apart from a steep
ascent’s hard breathing
I wonder as I plod downhill
was I going the wrong way
being disturbingly alone
made me uneasy
Ordinarily familiarity isn’t
a fragile event but being
unreservedly used to their
companionship meant no relief
Unnerved enough to quietly
remark how profoundly walking
the dogs proves exactly
who’s whose company
© 25 November 2010, I. D. Carswell
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