6 July 2012

I tried talking to my dog,

It didn't go quite well;

I looked really rather silly

Though I really couldn't tell.

I told her of everything going wrong

And of everything going right,

I spoke to her of day time,

I spoke to her of night,

Of all the bad things happening

Around our twirling world,

Of droughts and floods and earthquakes

And our own local hurly-burls.

I spoke to her of love and war

Where everything is fair,

I almost spoke about the neighbour's cat

But thought 'No let's not go there.'

After it all she made not a sound,

Spoke not a word, not a peep

Perhaps I'd made her doze off

While counting little sheep?

'Lucky? Where you listening?'

For once she spoke and broke the still

'What if the mouth says something

But the lips stay mute, say nil?'

DelilahBow-Wow • Opuss № I