Finding someone to talk to…

I’ve discovered that there are fewer and fewer people

who will listen when I need to speak,

so I’ve taken to conversing with my dog

who will listen to anything I say and respond with

quizzical tilts and twitching ears or general indifference

but never interrupting my meandering monologues

unless the mailman or a Jehovah’s Witness appears

and it’s as if my dog jealously guards their privilege

driving competition away, barking ‘He’s mine!’