Ranganatha Sitaram
How she sleeps!
With her droopy ears
Floppy on her side.
Her golden white fur
Silky smooth over her chest.
Her large paws entwined
As a coherent bond
Of chemistry
That she doesn’t care.
Her undulating breath
Rising and falling in synchrony
With her shapely chest.
A big baby
In peace with herself.
.
Now then,
The calm is broken
By a sudden stimulated sprint.
The paws are at once active,
In a bounding motion
That the big girl dreams.
Here you hear her woof-woof
From that growling snout.
The fur on the spine
Is erect like the swinging bridge
She likes to walk on,
On her daily evening out.
What has she seen,
I wonder,
In her mind´s eye?
.
A snotty cat?
A slithering reptile?
Or is it that flighty bird
She daily encounters
On the terrace?
Is she chasing them away?
Or joining them in some
Unknown frolic?
How can we fathom
The complex mind
Of an unassuming dog?
Do we understand its
Deepest feelings or
Its unexpressed thoughts?
Only then shall we realize
The complacent arrogance
Of us, its ignorant masters.
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Eclectic Musings by Ranga Sitaram 