All dogs are born to sleep in the sun. <br /> When the ground a blanket, green grasses pillows <br /> When the spring breeze exhales <br /> puff of dandelion that float for homes <br /> <br />for <br /> <br /> hours intrinsic mystery in sun yellows set <br /> <br />All this and winter as dogs are tied <br />confined on cold concrete leashes <br />arthritis built like new houses laying on cold sweat <br /> food dish has frozen foulness <br />that even dying blue jays would not steal <br /> <br />In their eyes you can see the urgency of speech <br /> Day of the dog lays below the sun, never in evenfall <br /> For trembling the howls of dog like creatures <br /> stroke of midnight’s call <br /> Fear the unwitnessed dog sleeping under no sun <br /> <br />Too many nights of stars awake <br />And the dog shrivels, however <br />Sun and dog in day trade fantasies and strength <br />The bond of each found in sleepy plum gardens <br />Where dog can hide a wind without fear of shadows swelling<br /><br />Christopher J. Grasso<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dog-day/
