an Unruly Pact

Both look back at me.

As though,

I should chastise their play.

The sun…

Bleaching their coats.

With a turn of my head…

I know.

The unruly pack.

Wishes for me to go…

Where they dare to go.

Both dogs…

Forever, blind to the fact that…

I am only human.

Of a certain age…


other factors.

Yet, a rodent, toy-like,

scurries by.

And, provides itself as a, beefy benefactor.

Braver women than I.

Have taken on the guidance…

The taming of four-legged misfits that, like myself.

Lack background or pedigree.


alone with my two friends.

I ponder,

a typical thought…

‘What is it that these friends see…

In me!’



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