Tuesday, March 9, 2010

In Rome...

The dog rejoiced quite visibly,
She writhed, she almost shed her skin,
When mistress finally came back,
The trunk stuffed full of grocery sack.

I wonder, I do, honestly,
If in the wild dogs and their kin
Behave like that and celebrate
The homing of a canine mate
With similar exuberance?

Do dogs change materially
When they live, our inferior twin,
In our homes? Or is it that in
Rome they do as Romans do and
In the wild, another ambiance,
They live a dog’s life quite happily,
Thank you?

1 comment:

  1. Delightful!
    Was this poem written some time ago, with, perhaps, a yellow lab as inspiration?