My rescue puppy has confidence
Fierce, innocent confidence
Especially when he takes a shit
It doesn’t matter who is in his presence
Be it the President or the Pope
He’ll squat and wait and smell what’s wafting
From a blowing breeze
He’s almost smiling when he relieves himself
I envy his disregard for the golden rule,
Keep off the grass
And because we’re cool like that
We watch sunsets together
The two of us teach each other our alien ways
He shows me how to stop and smell the roses
And to use intuition and to completely
Disregard anyone’s opinion no matter
How loud they may bark
I show him how to sit and lay down
And to roll over and
To play dead