Friday, 2 December 2011

The Route

The route we walk

Is often dictated

Not by me,

But my wee dog.


She leads the way

Of smells and sights

She can detect

Often, from afar.


Like minded souls

Out walking their dogs

Are governed by their

Faithful companion

In where they go

And to whom

They meet.


Preobrazhenskii © 2011