The dog dodges puddles in the road© GERALD ENGLAND
but is fond of creating them -
does not drink water he cannot see
the substance being transparent
Milk he sees and partakes of
with the vigour of a cat
At the coast he makes himself a sight
chasing stones into the sea
then running from the attack of waves
that roll and roar defiantly back at him
A daft dog that goes eagerly out
during the heaviest downpour
of rain or snow patiently
to wait soaking behind the door
until he is let in again
to shake himself, lie down and lick his paws
Ever eager to explore the house
only the sound of a running bath
will set him adamantly staying put
refusing all incentive to bound upstairs
Once there he submits, knowing
he must be dirty to deserve a bath
Dogs and water make strange companions.
Composed: Oldham, 15th May 1976
Publication
1987 Outreach (UK)
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