Dogs are strange pets

They develop their "gets"

Becoming quite steeped

In repeats and repeats



With no sense of time

To balance off the climb

Into repetitive events

No matter how bent



Open the car door ...

It's time to walk more

No matter - it's just done

And we just did the run



Go up to the bedroom

And it's time for a zoom

Into the Sandman's land

Even if we just left his hand



Hear crackles, see lights flash

Time for that wild, mad dash

Into the bathroom to hide

From God's wrath, inside



All things done without balance

Checking to see current stance

Did we not just do this one ... ?

Or is it done, and then some?



- Tristram



(c) Christopher W. Thomas

11:35am Wed. July 8th, 1998