Dog and man on beach
It is tightly done up in dull self-assurance
and dumb beliefs conspired through bad logic.
I guess this by its looking rigid face!
Man in control of wobbly brute dominion,
assuming good will means warm obedience
attained without calm empathy or tact.
It is another eating mouth, not just
or valuable beyond its own balance.
It is as constant as the northern ice.
But the dog remains stochastic; and's allowed
into the sea when it throws stones: he loves
every wet wave meeting him cold in the nose;
enjoyed the panic yesterday - rescued
by one in a boat, which made little of it
beyond tones that repression cannot hear.
He nearly drowned, seeking invisible shores
where life is canine, full of things that bounce,
and rightly smelly. There's so much to learn,
the man adheres to ceremony, needing stones
before it grants permission for the hunt.
The dog doubts that it has much capability.
It is only a man. It has command
and that curious rapid bark that they do;
but it's no more sentient than the chill ocean.
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