The dog across the road

THE DOG ACROSS THE ROAD (D A D F# G D)

That dog across the road has been crying all week. He’s been crying all month.

Who would’ve thought that that dog across the road wouldn’t want to be here? He’s been wondering why.

So have I.

 

But the brightness is there. Clinging to soggy tree bark. Glistening like leaves. Dancing in potholes.

Exploding onto the footpath during the morning rush out the door.

And when he goes to work that poor old dog goes berserk.

And I know just how he must feel.