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Two Old Dogs
Jun. 4th, 2012 03:45 amThe little boy sleeps in the next room while I, figuratively speaking, prowl the night, unable to sleep. Behind me, somewhere, there's a heavy thud as Nuba, the shepherd/chow mix, collapses to the floor.
He's slightly older, for his species, than I am for mine and he gets up, periodically, to pace, to be let out, to come back in, to pace again and then to stop, just stop, in the middle of this aimless walk, as if none of what he sees makes any sense or, after all the years of it, simply doesn't matter.
We are both old dogs, he and I, both pacing near the end of something that neither of us has understood, both falling down to wait, to see whether we'll be here to witness the next coming of the light...
LPK
LiveJournal
6.4.2012
He's slightly older, for his species, than I am for mine and he gets up, periodically, to pace, to be let out, to come back in, to pace again and then to stop, just stop, in the middle of this aimless walk, as if none of what he sees makes any sense or, after all the years of it, simply doesn't matter.
We are both old dogs, he and I, both pacing near the end of something that neither of us has understood, both falling down to wait, to see whether we'll be here to witness the next coming of the light...
LPK
LiveJournal
6.4.2012
