no good dog

I saw him

and his dog

they walked passed me

and I watched

 

I thought I wouldn't make a very good dog

I wouldn't fetch a stick if it was thrown

preferring to find my own stick

play my own simple game

 

the sun setting was beautiful

the clouds seem to go forever

infinite

 

watching Alfie

filled me full

and in that space

I wanted for nothing

 

I stood tall

all I needed was in me

and I felt peace

the roar of the water, sand in my toes

all I wished for

 

it was interesting

people so close

so quiet

and I felt nothing

but peace

 

and the circles

and the cycles

come to fruition

learning in full

 

I was happy

to be self contained

independent

able to do all I wished by my own hand

 

I was the big fat gull

the happy wanderer

content

and absorbed

with son