The Black Dog (it came to visit)

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.

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