Saturday, November 17, 2012


     A dog to a dyslexic is a god,
     But most of us who have one think so, too,
     And if you think our reasoning is flawed:
     We wonder what the matter is with you.

     Do you not see who really rules the home,
     Who shepherds all the family about,
     Who has evoked from poets many a poem?
     It’s dogs who master us; there’s little doubt.

         So what’s to do but honor and obey
         The rulers of our hearts and cede them sway.