by C.J. Sellers
You’ll know this dog by where he’s at.
We’ll try some apophasis:
Not restin mid the dusty grasses,
scratch rollin neath the sky.
Not hot at those pickup trucks,
chase barkin down the roads.
Not slackin as the children splash,
soon shakin off the hose.
Not jumped through the barbed cow fence,
now givin them cuts a lick.
Not passin through the dairy barn,
caught stealin just a sip.
Not peerin through the kitchen door
sweet charmin for some scraps.
Not guardin gruff the grain silo,
fast chasin round the cats.
Not found out at the marshy pond,
just starin at a toad.
Not sleepin neath the hangin sheets,
chance soilin all the clothes.
Not runnin long the youngster’s side,
out huntin for a prize.
Head now to the master’s bed,
he’s dreamin of command.
~For Andrew Wyeth~
(July 12, 1917 – January 16, 2009)
Inspired by the painting “Master Bedroom”
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