Dogged


Silent drones.
perched,
contemplative,
canopied –
a missed bus.
A long stop stay …
Book?

Friendly face,
bulging bags,
an old man’s shopping,
for his dog.
No, not his,
his daughter’s dog –
a D-Dog.
A D-Dog foisted upon him,
a reluctant dog-sitter.
A daughter’s assumption.
An exploited man.

Grandad?
No.
Just a
dog-dad.
A D-dad dog sitter and
a long stay …

Bag.
Book.
Bag in book.
A B-bag book.

Resigned,
I smile,
wait, listen,
attentive.

Dogged.

Copyright owned by Jay Cool

 

Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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