Dog In The Morning

Back to the highway,

The yellow dog

Faces the flower-bed.

Stoic –

Silent –

Unflinching,

He watches mums

And Gladiolas;

The Tiger Lilies dance.

Dog-butt in the dew-laden grass,

He too is planted.

Regal chin held level.

What is he thinking?

The cars pass by

Unchased.

by Diane E. Dockum