Just when I had reached my conclusion
In maze of thoughts, in morning walk,
The stray dog would appear on the road
Leaping at my morning consciousness.
He would paw stomach ,a friendly guy
With his embarrassing displays of love.
A fear of possible canine teeth sinking
Would rise rapidly in the folds of belly.
Fear tends to rise around a belly button
Where injections may be administered.
Consciousness continued to walk calm
As the dog muzzle was sufficiently wet.
Surely ,there was no dog’s bite in store.
Only love posed some risk to the flesh.
My walking thoughts lost their thread,
The big fat conclusion lost to the world.