Dog Watch?

silly sonnet

 

 

Dog Watch?

 

The night is cold and clear and still.

The village streets lie quietly.

A bitter wind adds to the chill.

At home is where I’d rather be.

I have no choice I have to go.

My dog insists I take him out.

He knows he is entitled to

his final evening run about.

Then he will settle for the night.

It matter not rain, hail or snow.

He is correct he has the right

 to tell me that its time to go.

He knows the time I must suppose.

What puzzles me is how he knows.

 

Wednesday, 23 December 2009.

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Reviews

[Luna]

I love the rhyme and the subject. Dogs are a very lovely thing to write about. Thanks for posting!