Day Seventeen On April 17, 2022
“…here’s our daily (optional) prompt. This is a fun one – it’s a prompt developed by the comic artist Lynda Barry, and it asks you to think about dogs you have known, seen, or heard about, and then use them as a springboard into wherever they take you.”
Well, I’m mostly a cat person, so…but there is one dog, lives next door. Still a puppy, but the voice is well-developed by now.
No Life for a Sled Dog
Mornings, early, he’s let out
into the yard near my kitchen window.
Not much to amuse him: a water bowl, bricks,
planters filled with dirt to scratch in.
He whines. And whines. Then breaks into a howl:
the kind of sound you hear out in the woods
when there’s wolves about. He holds a note
like an opera star: high-pitched and sorrowful.
Dog’s too big, too full of energy for a townhome.
He ought to be out running, not tied up in a sparse
yard. Not held on a short leash when it’s walk time.
I feel sad to hear him sing his dog song.
Evenings, he accompanies the piano I can hear
through the living room wall. Sometimes the sound
rises to the bedroom, but faint, and I wonder what
the words might be if he had words to sing.
Carol A. Stephen
April 17, 2022