BRUNO

Bruno is visiting
laying on my foot,
chewing bones on my foot,
biting my foot,
I have to move him off.

He jumps up to bark
at the neighbors' barking
mutts next door,
at the fight across the street
at midnight,
at coyotes yapping
at six A.M.
Now he snoozes.

Bored, he talks...
makes these sounds
in his throat telling you
his troubles.
I laugh.
Can't help it.

My dogs have gone
to the Great Beyond
I am content
tending granddogs.