Gray Hound

Can’t explain why
if I had a tail I’d wag it
then I’d probably take
my butt and drag it
across life’s carpet, barking
“what else have you got?”
I haven’t seen it all,
though I admit I’ve seen a lot.
Today I feel I’d like to
see a little more,
isn’t that what this
living is for?

I might be back under
the porch tomorrow
nursing some real or
imagined sorrow
but today, I feel like
sniffing around
like some big ol’
weird gray hound

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