Read by Lucy Jackson


I see no point in a walk without a dog.
Like a play with no plot, music without song.
Yet I want no lofty thoughts to pierce the fog
Of my mind’s muddle as I trudge along.
I like to be amused and look around
And feel the constant irritation of a dog
It saves the need for projects more profound.
“Leave it you fool – I’ll never lift that log
For you to chase. Come here for heaven’s sake.
He’s bigger than you. Don’t tug, sit down, now lie.”
This is enough. No words of love or fate.
No gasping at the beauty of the sky.
For we are friends – between us there’s no vanity.
And therein rests my joy, my peace, my sanity.

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