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.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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