Club Safety

Dogs bear shame for their masters

Especially in a cabin retreat

Deep in the woods

Virus and politics miles away

Every night

Same ol’ same ol’

Sits at his feet

The dinner over

The cheap wine running low

As he reads the paper

Checks radio’s classical station

Tries to ignore complaints from wife

Parrot

And growling cat

All with troubles greater than his

After all…

He’s got his dog,

The silence of a peaceful and calm forest

The birch leaves flirting with the spruce needles

The brookside movement making smooth the pebbles of travel

All with their own concerns

Winter preparations

Knowing Spring will come

A glance at the one lamp glow

Reminds him that it’s not enough

To keep the timely shadows at bay

Club Med it’s not

Club Safety it is

The dog wags his last goodnight

And curls into slumber