THOUGHTS ON THE BIG, BLACK DOG

image by Zelko Nedic

The Mag #128

How long has it been
Black Dog,
since you insinuated your way
into my life,
like the thinnest, darkest shadow,
then landed on my chest
with a huge THUD?
Five decades next year
you say?
I knew it was a long time.
I didn't think dogs lived that long,
but you surely have.

I thought I was rid of you a few times,
but like the cat who came back
you've continued to dog my steps.

Like Professor Moriarty and Sherlock Holmes
we seem to be bound together
at opposite ends
of this invisible lead,
which likely cannot be severed.

Well, my familiar,
let's go for another walk.
Perhaps I can lose you
in the undergrowth.
Though I 
seriously doubt
it.


~ Bear ~