A metal dish of fresh cold water to sip,
a welcome sight
for a dog returning from his trip.
A shaded patch of grass to lie down
after the warm
concrete pavements of the town.
Sweet dreams of chasing rabbits
form the backbone of this daily habit.
The sound of a whistle brings him around
then he scampers
towards biscuits waiting on the ground,
his tail wagging in loyal appreciation
while he licks his lips in anticipation.