Dog Days

‘You ain’t never caught a rabbit. And you ain’t no friend of mine.’

Autumn is a fickle season
You come back
not crawling but humble

you tell me
you have kind of missed
brown eyes glancing
up at you from your sofa

Don’t think I haven’t noticed why
you’ve added more coal to the fire
It’s not your tail that’s wagging

And I am content
a toothless old hound knows when
to suck in a gutful of air and not bite

©Talia Hardy 2015

Canis Major and Lepus

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