Sometimes the little black dog
comes to visit;
I see it in my mind’s rear-view mirror,
catch a glimpse of it as I move through the day,
see it in my reflection.
My mood is down
and I am quieter,
assessing all around me,
withdrawing into my shell.
It may stay for a few days,
keep me company,
run after thrown sticks …
eventually … it will grow tired of my way,
and we shall part.
But, I’ll always have that memory stored
within my heart.
Graeme Sandford 