A Dog Walks His Owner

I saw a dog walking the other day,

Down the sidewalk—

Walking his owner.

The owner trailed behind, fell behind

As the dog took control and hurried down,

Quickly down the cracked sidewalk.

He urged the man to keep up,

There was exploring to do,

Things to smell.

But the owner was tired, you could tell.

So the dog kept up the pace,

The human looked like he

Wanted to lie down in

The patchy grass; to lie on his back.

But the dog nudged and pulled,

Wanting to see the world.

The sidewalk showed the way.

The owner saw the excitement in his eyes.

How could he say no?