Poemdog

Dogs 2020

iii
(1/4/2020)


the sun
is not always
our friend
in the desert

there is
no life
without
it's warmth

but the
heat
is unbearable
at times

so Faris
stays
in his cool
cave

living off
the food
and water
he has managed
to save
within

he would
forage
again tomorrow

today
he would watch
the shifting
shadows

the patterns
upon the
walls

and toward
sunset
a few shafts
of light
penetrating
the darkness

never
beyond
the solar
reach

glowing fingers
interspersed
with dust particles
stirred by his
movements
within

betraying
his presence
to the
Father Sol

he hopes
to venture out
later

to see
the cooler stars
appear
in the coming
night sky

maybe
to watch the moon
suffer the sun's
onslaught
for a change

at a
more temperate
distance