Oh to be a little dog running along the bay,
My tiny paws slipping, tripping,
As they upturn shells,
Darting back and forth to dodge the breakers,
Sniffing at stones smothered in seaweed
And curious smells,
Let off the lead to roam and explore,
I’d sniff at lost treasures
And driftwood washed ashore,
Trot over to my oblivious owners,
Having cocked my leg up to leave my mark,
Announce my return with a tail wag
And a loud, cheerful bark!
Diane Scantlebury
Image : Pixabay - Katrina_S
