Lost Dog

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My dog ran off, and so we chased.

Into the woods, Jack and I race.

A dreamlike world, nothing is clear.

Things disappear and reappear.

Nothing is lost, only misplaced.

The barking sound I thought I heard,

Was the flapping wings of a bird.

“Look over here, Jack,” I exclaim.

Confused, he says, “That’s not my name.”

My son says things that sound absurd.  

Proud to be father of this lad,

I lose sad thoughts of what I had.

I say, “Listen for the dog’s cries.”

My boy looks at me and replies,

“We should go back and find my dad.”