Daily Habit

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.