Would we smile sometimes in the evening breeze
if the wind kissed your scattered hair?  If all the dogs we loved were dead?
We don't have to follow the road less taken,
even if we sometimes lie flat on our bellies, 
like collies used to do when low lying dogs helped us corral sheep on hillsides and in  meadow valleys.
We called them using the Celtic language in England
Yan Tan Tethera - words derived from Brythonic Celtic. 
We stayed fixed to our dogs and we saw the night through of industrialisation,,
we grew up holding a wide and wondrous love of dogs
on mountains,  in paintings, in towns and in memory.
This issue in our minds is larger than we will ever know.
Several springtime blossom trees faded from the.memories of the few free surviving dogs
even birds could not bear not to have barking in the air after long flights from Africa..
Dogs turn out to be as near to a family frozen in the  silence of the morning that we can know.                    You'll know it, too, when it happens to you.