POEM: Hangdog Flower

A flower by a creek,
swaying like a metronome.
Its bright and bulbous head
sits atop a skinny stalk

Oh, are you counting time?
Or is time foreign for you?

Your scent rides on the air.
Your petals flame bright yellow.
Your every aspect
is a call for attention,

and yet you bow your head
like a dog caught in the act.

4 thoughts on “POEM: Hangdog Flower

    • It comes from the kind of slumped body posture some dogs get then they are anxious or tentative. Humans think it looks guilty, but I don’t know whether guilt is in a dog’s emotional milieu, as such. (And, if it is, whether they express it like that.)

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