Old Dog Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Feeling stiff and sleepy like an old dog
Chasing cars in its dreams - desultorily
Rerunning chases from the catalogue
Of escapes that came with the territory

I am as they say - a bit passed it:
Pulling up short from cats scrambling up trees
Hopeless now at scaring postmen a bit
Or chasing gulls lifting off with the sea breeze.

Not the kind of guard dog you want on watch
Or a young pup to be shocked by Pavlov,
I'm no longer hard to keep on the porch:
Tending to scratch awhile and then doze off.

But every dog has its day or so they say
And I'd be barking mad to have had it any other way.