I am old and have a cold – it is four degrees outside
the dog sits in front of me entreating
black eyes open wide,
mouth flickering down a long white snout back and forth
His nostrils try to scent my intend
for a walk.
But I have a cold and winter’s frigid fingers
slip between the house’s bricks
and shiver my bones and draw my heat away.
“It’s four outside you stupid dogs. Too cold
to walk and sniff and squirrel watch. Be still and warm.”
but they don’t understand a word I say nor care too –
they want a walk today. Their patience has no end.
They will sit and stare even as I pretend to edit words
and draw charcoal marks on paper masks.
Hours pass and still they sit:
I want my walk today.