It’s a Bone from its Own Floor

Rings and things that clank and shine

It’s a shame that we have fled

Into ourselves for it’s not time

To pet the dog and make its bed.

 

The things that find us in our self

Make us think that it’s OK

And the dog that’s at our feet today

Holds its tongue to keep its way.

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8 thoughts on “It’s a Bone from its Own Floor

  1. Soulwalker, this wins the granbee prize for November for concise multi-faceted truth telling! You make each word carry the burden of an entire dictionary! So true about the dog knowing best and not the master hovering over rings and things that clank and shine! It is ALWAYS the right time to pet the dog, at least at my house! That is certainly one thing I have learned under all this white hair of mine!

  2. Love this! Is there a deeper metaphor in the second stanza? I immediately thought of the dog as those things (or people) we take for granted, the ever-present and faithful, despite our lack of attention as we are distracted by “things that clank and shine”…but I could be wrong. 🙂

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