bone dreams

if i could think dog thoughts
or understand their woofy barks
would their world be filled
with bone dreams
and endless squirrels
to chase up trees
and a thousand scents to follow
like invisible trails
that thread the landscape
which eventually lead
to some mysterious
treat?

i see your lips move instinctively
as you retell one more story
but lost in reverie
your words splash harmlessly
against the shell of my
honed indifference.