Rain on the dog

Rain arrived late in darkness
Falling into a sleeping night.
Its wind would follow soon
In waves on the road hitting
The stray dog’s life stirring
Flies like doubts in a mind.

Light rain meant a dog’s life
That proceeded ignoring flies
In a lackadaisical tail effort.
Flies bothered like a drizzle
Over a baldness, around ears.

The rain drops were the size
And bluster of summer flies
Not heavy on the dog’s life
Whose tail has grown over time
Too philosophical about flies.


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