The morning walk today placed me where my
animal acquaintances rest easy; there I was -
calling them my friends, okay mates - but in a
way too caramba t’ be guessed otherwise I’m
fitted into space - less of my making - by their
unmistakeable gestures; Podge deserted me,
ostensibly to follow an interesting scent but in
reality to take the shortcut back to dog-base
Then Her Grace, our magnificent grey mare of
Royal lineage gave me th’ bum’s rush, trotting
off to where she pretended there’re presences
more fitting; well, that took the cake, rendered
me an effigy of occasional manipulation, if - &
when, she’d time to play such erudite games
© 6 May 2016, I. D. Carswell
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