My dog.

Posted byrodkersh1948Posted inPoesy

My dog,

Sees a sheep

on the hillside

And in her head

Is sparked

An ancient

Ecstasy.

 

Her senses heightened

All she can perceive is

The chase.

 

I hold tightly

 

I sense her frustration,

at the futility of her situation.

 

To this, I can relate.

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Published by rodkersh1948

Trying to understand the world, one emotion at a time.

One thought on “My dog.”

  1. The third eye invites speculafion. The futility of any situation will change/be changed at some point.
    ‘sparked an ancient ecstasy’ – a wonderful description.

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