The Dog Dreams
Lisa stice
After a while, when nothing happened,
they began to get restless.
-- Michael Bond, Paddington
In consequence of heavy rains,
you must wait until it subsides—
lay down your body, small
and furry, close your eyes.
You pass quickly over mountains,
keep company in the neighborhood of valleys.
Wind your way through tangled thickets,
hollow basins filled with reeds,
woods thick with undergrowth.
With each bound, birds rise
in their flight, startled beasts retreat.
I run my hand along your side—
Where are you going in such a hurry?
Come home and stay.
The sun is shining.
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