Dog Days
Aug 19 2023
In the dog days of summer
the new puppy
is asleep in my arms.
I never believed
in love at first sight,
but it seems we both have fallen.
She is growing in real time,
shooting up
like asparagus
and eating to keep pace.
So brief
this interregnum of infancy;
when she has just begun
to learn about the world,
yet can already outrun me
and barks like a gun dog
who has treed her prey.
The old dog, however
is in her 15th year
and is simply annoyed.
A contrast
which gives me pause;
how old I will be
15 years from now,
and how my geriatric dog
will be long gone,
while the brand new pup, if she's makes it as far
will be as crotchety and lame
as her aged counterpart.
Far too short a life,
running its course as I watch.
And a disconcerting preview
of my future, as well;
except sped up and compressed.
But now
in the dog days of August
in a sultry dusk
as the sun begins to set,
a puppy just born
and we two old dogs
sprawled out on the deck.
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