Lack of the Right Equipment

Lack of the Right Equipment

So often do I wonder

What does that dog think?  I mean,

Like does he remember the day before

Or, what will it be like tomorrow?

I mean,

What does he think when he stands there

Or just sits and stares,

Stares at me from across the room?

And I ask him:   O I can’t held it

Can’t hold it back

I say, “Jake, what are you thinking?”


Not a word

Just that empathetic look.

What we need is some super-charged MRI

That picks up his thoughts;  They must be

Like gold from virgin streams,

Like memories of moonlight during the day,

Like that run in the field with Sancho,

Like knowing you’ve got a friend.

I guess

What we need is a machine.