No,
I walk my dog.
OK. We walk together.
Well, she's a head (or too)
Front and frontly she
Churns her little doggy
Feet white fur furry furrier
Huge brown eyes full of
(What goes on in a dog's mind?)
I don't know and I don't
Care - this little adorbs
Creature is full of
****, invisible ***,
Mischief, gratitude,
Lovely loyalty,
Warm snuggles (sometimes)
I wake and her nose might
be in my armpit
(Pity the creature who
Stumbles upon THAT)
Just a furry bundle of joy
My dog.
My Goobie.

Time times Seven;
35, 36, ageing
At the emotional
Metabolical rate,
Seconds flying by
Like birds turned into
Hours of sleep while
We work, dreams,
Dreaming of...
Probably table scraps,
Wayward chicken bones
Or other things our
Pathetically inadequate
Snooters fail to notice

Tears well up as the time,
Precious time between
Walkers and Walked
Is reduced to
(sigh)