No Tricks

The old dog sees me coming close
and struggles to get up.
I reach down to pet him
and he shakes to his feet
shambling away from me
searching for a better place to rest
in peace.

I am sorry, old dog,
for disturbing your quiet time.
I only wanted to offer
some kind of comfort.
Clearly
you were doing fine
all by yourself.

About Jonathan Berger

I used to write quite a bit more.
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