Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Apollo's Intuition

Outside the band's practice space
Apollo, the rambunctious doberman, 
paused overlong while
sniffing my pants
and then, suddenly still, 
he stood with his head 
sloped over my knee
for once not 
galloping around and 
tugging the war
his head silent and 
laid next to the smell
stuck upon my jeans
and I wondered
as I stroked his back 
if he knew
if he scented the death 
that had come upon us 
last Sunday
and was pausing his
usual play
to momentarily mourn with me
my own dog
who is no more