A Boy and His Dog

Feeling nostalgic while going through my file of poems. I wrote this one in 2012 after watching my son and Daisy through the back windows.


A Boy and His Dog

She waits outside the door
dressed in a beard of dirt
The trenches have been dug

He grabs a plastic gun
packed with bullets of foam
Dons a red cap
studded with black spikes

A lizard-boy ready for battle

They trample thickets of hosta
evading bleeding hearts
as they flush danger with footsteps

She sniffs the air
ready to call the alarm

He takes aim
fires three shots
before they move again

I watch barricaded by windows
not wanting to trespass on pleasure
straining to hear the march
of their private song