With the summer heat
The dam has shrunk
To a muddy water hole
To it I walk the dog daily
Roos and Joeys are there too
Looking as usual on the qui-vive
Standing their ground though
For the first time
Water is primordial for survival
Presence of Humans and dogs
Has to be be borne
Warily they watch us
While drinking the stale water
On the opposite side of us
While the dog is happy to chase sticks
Thrown in the dark waters
Tolerance turns out to be
The name of the game.
Lucette C.Bailliet
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