Poem · January 1, 2014
Being trained
Jogging early morn,quiet wooded path.Couple unknown to me;unexpected.Three dogswithout leashes, arerambunctious with my motion,much barking,some jumping on me,and beyond control.Thus I stop.Without hesitation or flaw,the couple and I togethercalm, corral, and pacifythe dogs;as if, over years,we’ve trained for this.