Dogs
Sitting, very relaxed, legs stretched
out on
my sofa. I looked into my dog’s eyes.
She, in turn, looked into mine
tit for tat,
returning my gaze with sincerity.
Dogs have a way of looking at you,
penetrating
as though they could see your soul.
Determined
I held my gaze.
She cannot really see my soul I thought.
It’s just a dog’s way
of looking
It’s their eyes.
That’s all.
It’s those animal eyes.
Everything else,
Comes from me.
From my mind
From my imagination
Even athe smile
That slowly played across her mouth
as I turned my embarassed eyes away.
