19 February 2011

Walking The Dogs

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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