15 April 2011

Dog Days

No thunder or lightning evident and
yet he alleges privilege, appeals to
a deep-rooted sense of fairness, an
unequivocal impartiality he swears
upon he claims, petite eyes shining,
reflecting ageless canine guile; ‘tho
not happening right now I can feel
it and it’s definitely on the way

Whoa we cry, back up a bit, sure it
is raining with distant rumblings 
away, but it isn’t carte blanche OK 
for dogs being inside. He stays 
cautiously asks – can I peek at the 
radar or is that being a bit too rude? 
© 20 January 2011, I. D. Carswell