Just after daybreak
 
two marauding crows swoop down
 
on the dog’s food dish.

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While my plum tree blooms,
 
a dog without a collar
 
sniffs the fire hydrant.

Skin

 
 
 

Deepening autumn—
 
the water in the dog dish
 
wears a skin of ice.

Bowl

 
 
 

plastic water bowl
 
cradling summer’s bloodred moon—
 
old dog drinks his fill

Dog

 
 
 

Autumn afternoon—
 
the old dog on the doormat
 
enjoys a long nap.

Dog

 
 
 

autumn afternoon—
 
the dog in the neighbor’s yard
 
wakes me from my nap

Dog

 
 
 

late autumn downpour—
 
remembering my old dog
 
and his rain-soaked coat