My lone feet pass
Along the path
Were autumn leaves freeze.
My dog loves
Snuffling amongst dead leaves.
I wish I could be so easily pleased!
I love this wood
As my dog does. Yet I regret
That I am caught in useless thought
While he just loves
Both it and me. he sees no tomorrow
Nor coming sorrow.
While I see the cold sky
As I pass
Along this path of fallen leaves.
K Morris - Poet 
You capture how a dog thinks very well.
Thank you, Esther.
I like this very much.
I’m delighted you like it, Liz. Thank you for commenting.
You’re welcome, Kevin.
Two philosophers on a way. xx Michael
Thank you, Michael!
Great written, Kevin! You’re welcome! xx Michael