Revolt: My Old Pekinese

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My Old Pekinese

He stands at the back door, one-eyed,
perplexed at the speck of sunlight
reflected there against the linoleum,
which had just a few hours ago
been vast.
In college, I remember reading an article
about basic language, of which,
the author claimed,
even the most sophisticated beasts are
incapable. Watching my dog whimper
in frustration at what, to him, must
be the shrinking of the sun,
I cannot help but differ.
He is an old dog now, stubborn of his
years, accustomed to feeling the slow
shrivel of the future. And I believe
he has, in his twilight, taken to looking
at the world beyond the window, and asking,
why?

K. Thomas Elzy © 2006.

1 Comments:

floots said...: oh so true
never thought i'd empathise with a peke but it seems to be the case now ...; 6:25 AM