How can he mindlessly wander so alone in the dark?
Dumbly staring at silent light from a cracked-open door.
Waiting for someone to remember. Silly animal.
No! For him, the door is an exit from richness:
Ah, cool winds and running clouds,
sharing scents of grass, pine needles and deer.
Choreographed fragrances dance richly amidst
howling echoes of comrades and distant trains.
Wait, another crackle! Promising sound!
A small scurrying shadow dashes between colorful silhouettes.
An army of playful nightlife teasing each nostril
greedily flaring to enjoying hiding guests.
The naughty breeze with droppings of chipmunks, deer and groundhog.
More crackles, textured sounds everywhere — I wander.
Time to leave this garden of joy,
and pause before the door of the blind.
How sad. If they only knew.
— by Sabio Lantz, 9/29/12
Notes: “Chibi” [Japanese for “runt”] is our 15 year-old dog. Though he used to be our smallest dog, by persistence, as others have passed-on, he is now the largest of our present pack of three dogs. On the left is of our back door at night. On the right is of Chibi asking to go out again!