My dog used to be someone I could know
Now he wanders all alone.
His snout plastered with dirt
Proud to show he has dug.
Scared to say he has uncovered my sins.
Buried deep in my past
He keeps smelling trails his little feet passed.
Oh such human love I give
But little does he know beside his nose .
Such small comfort I give him
I am no dog.
His memory does not fade it's on his paws
He knows his smells but I struggle with mine .
Sitting in place he wonders why I ask him to move
Such a big kennel but I have legs.
Why cannot I step over him
Damn he has such sense of property I must prioritise
Only twenty clicks of his feet and he is there.
And now I know he is free
The only law he has is me.
If I thought I was god it is not who I am
I trust my Dog to have the run of my land.
And I rest and release my fears
For him to guard.
