silly dog

deep into the windy spell of late autumn
the quiet reflection of an ambushing spider
climbs the bark of a silly dog

it falls on the still waters of a hand-dug well

a foot step nearby brushes the silence

in sweet soprano
i hear a cry

blushing softly the girl

with a blue tattoo
of a white tiger
on the prowl
walking over her left breast,

moves furtively.

the startled spider is trapped in the web
where a morning drop of dew
struggles.


the soft tattoo has no name
as the girl looks anxiously for the dog

who is now stalking the tiger.

silly dog.