Sitting on the porch
and watching the dog
The dog didn’t want to sit still,
– because he was young –
but he didn’t have a friend to chase
So the little black-and-white head, triangular and pointy,
picked up a stuffed toy
– left in the yard for another dog, of course –
flicked it up into the air
And chased after where he threw it
Bouncing in the grass, overshooting it, skidding around
Throwing up clods of dirt.
He looked down at his phone.
And wondered how he could ever share this
The feeling
Of sitting on the porch
and watching the dog