Calling

The dog meets my glance and I can see the limits of his aspirations. I know what I can give him and what I can't. Even vague shadows of his memories pass into my mind. I know the dog. The warm mornng is laden with the rasping of crows. They only care about not being lost. They speak in code like captains of submarines, I am here, guarding my branch. I will flock with you soon. Language is like the breeze. Speech brushes my face. I would speak no matter what I would become.