The Dog Waits

The dog waits calm and quiet

In moon lit strips of silver.

I hear crickets singing.

The song of once before.

Summer slips into autumn.

One season after next.

My thoughts creep with them.

A great too many things.

Once I knew everything.

Now, I fear I know too little.

My face like the moon has valleys.

And she shines in my hair.

That once told my worth.

A face that brought smiles.

Now they are fewer.

Except the one I force.

The dog once stuck to me like glue.

Now, he waits, his face is white.

His back and legs are sore.

My life in a snapshot.

For him the love was constant.

The rock upon which he grew.

Like moss on stone he watches.

Knowing, I’ll find the bed quite soon.

A life of love has power,

A blanket of peace in the end.

The bliss of canine blessing.

At least, for now, I have him.