Old Dog Dreaming .... by Bret Rayne (May 97)

Again, she's dreaming

Her thick, fluffy coat ... far from gleaming

A strong tribute to a youth long gone.

How far gone is that youth?

As she runs through the haze of her wizened imagination,

Her off coloured whites, twitching, increasingly violent

Any dream a nightmare through the mist of decrepit movement.

How far off reality is her world, 

Old dog.

Slower now - ceasingly so, 

the thick black coat gently rippling ... with laboured breath

Perhaps another parallel with her quiet reality

A reality of youth where wind and water present no difficulties

An old mind has bridged the gap.

She wakes - our eyes meet; sympathetically deep.

Her black fur extends through the sea of blue.

Simply another parallel again mirroring 

the environment which she now drifts back into.

Back into uncertainty - her own reality; hauntingly easy.

What's in her dream?

Old dog