i can feel the shadow of dog the quiet looming of dread in the hint of a breath on the back of my neck but nothing is there when i look i can feel the shadow of dog as days become short the soft click of their paws on foundational floors are felt by my unhearing ears i can feel the shadow of dog in the scent of the chill as the autumn leaves fell from tired trees that no longer care i can feel the shadow of dog i know that it's here but what colour they are when i open the door is a choice i make once again ©ceenoa
the black dog
The Dog
The dog takes me for a walk,
pulling against the leash,
strong and determined,
straining to break free.
We only walk in winter,
the dog and I,
weather grey and gloomy,
under short day skies.
My dog is black.
© ceenoa 16/6/2014