The Little Brown Dog

The little brown dog lies still on the grass
Its ears twitch and its eyelids wink
It's restless.
The little brown dog opens its eyes and peeks out at the ladybug on its paw
Two species in motion, two species in harmony
It closes its eyes again.
The little brown dog is sure of itself as it pads across the yard
Sniffs a bush, bats at a still-moving swing
And flops down again onto the grass.
The little brown dog leads a quiet life.
It goes unnoticed by the rushing world.
It doesn't mind.