Walking The Dog

WALKING THE DOG

I have a black dog
I hide away from people
In his lightless kennel
He would attack them
Savage them to death
Given half a chance

But some days
I have to walk the dog
No choice I’m afraid
Roles suddenly switch
He becomes the top dog
It’s his turn to take the lead

His loss and pain exposed
I can never fail but love him
Despite his murderous eyes
After a walk, perhaps a bark or two
He can be mastered once more
Kennelled in the silence

In the end though
He is my only companion
My only reliable friend
I call him Consolation
Even on the blackest of days he reminds me
There’s always death to look forward to