Dog on old Stage Coach Road
© 2013 Iony Smith
on old Stage Coach Road, stopped on the side to take a picture
sitting in the weeds by a barbed fence and discarded melon seeds
was also a rusty, dusty dog, just staring, worn, but unbowed
how long there or from where he came I knew not but what I saw
the small canine had that look, his eyes revealing time in years
life nearly gone yet still steadfastly holding on
I spoke a few soft words mostly to comfort and be kind
and the hoary guy just gazed as the wind ruffled through his
thinning fur
deciding to keep my distance not from fear or trepidation
but to protect his calm as a subtle gesture of respect
I walked back to the car and from my rear view mirror
saw two ears pointing up to heaven and two cataract eyes
somehow, we both were saying our good byes
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