Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.
Me: “What is it, Boy?”
Knox: “Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park.”
Me: “Not right now, Buddy.”
Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper.”
Me: “It’s not all about you, my friend.”
Knox: “Whimper, whimper, whimper, But, whimper, whimper, whimper, it should be.”
Me: “Give me a break.”
Knox: “Woof. That’s my point. Dog Park, Dog Park, Dog Park. Break, Break, Break.”
Me: “Not now. Not now. Not Now.”
Knox: (Deep sigh. Shakes head. Lies down. Soft moan. “When will she ever learn? When?”
Knox watched and listened
to the scolding crow,
then glancing at the birdseed,
he wagged his tail,
shook his head.
” I don’t even like that stuff,” he said.
She has no need of mail,
that small bird on my mailbox.
She can always tweet.
Let us begin now,
while we have the chance,
to build a more perfect union.
Let’s set aside small differences
and when the differences are large,
let’s find a way to bridge them civilly,
remembering each and every one of us
wants to matter and each and every one of us
does matter. May we find the will to make a way.
From nothing and everything we come.
To nothing and everything we return.