Man's Best Friend

Rain clouds ran berserk on the hills Like elephant herds in panic Winds whistled like villains On the winding mountain pass A warm tea would do me good I stopped my car and moved Towards a dilapidated shed Where men of all shades Huddled together puffing beedies He came after me then His eyes had a moist glisten Of ageless friendship Wagging his tail looking up At me, placing his paws on my thighs Stray dog of the mountain pass His eyes were mascara lined A beauty to behold A silky brownness filled with mirth And wavy musculature What does he like? Anything, Sir, that we have here I bought him a sweet bun He gulped it at once Wagging his tail again Ageless camaraderie in his eyes I bought him a second bun Before I drained The last drops of my steaming tea Made from what God knows On that forsaken mountain pass And as I walked back to my car In an elemental swirl Of winds, drizzle, mist and clouds He was there behind me With that haunting friendship in his eyes Friend, our knowing each other Is perhaps endless It never had a beginning either We were together through ages Births, rebirths, deaths and pangs Perhaps, you guarded my Neanderthal cave When I snored inside Looking at the Moon and wondering Why the world was made So beautiful to behold Or perhaps you sat there in the snow Outside my igloo freezing Looked at the white expanse and mused Why it had to be so awesome When it bit into the bones And stiffened the looks even Of the stars in the heavens Adieu friend, we are to meet Again and again in our sojourns Keep the friendship burning In your moist eyes, sure am I You will be there when I breathe My last on some mountain pass Sitting at my head, man’s best friend What more would a human want?