A Bozoical Waiting

After a long break, Bozo, Mumbai's only-dog-with-his-own-blog is back.   His mentor and chronicler of his life and times, Magiceye, was away on a longish roadtrip.

Bozo has suddenly grown up,  and behaved like a responsible fellow in the absence of Magiceye, although he would prick up his ears, when the phone rang, every now and then.

A very thoughtful capture of a very thoughtful Bozo , posted here.


(photo by Deepak Amembal Magiceye)

I've leapt with joy 

when the young fellow
came home,
and I've rushed
to be scratched
and rubbed
when the young lady
returned from college.

Sometimes,
I've rushed around the house,
where I shouldn't,
searching for folks
who had gone somewhere,
and stood still
endlessly,
at the window sill
on my hind legs
waiting.

Today,
I am not young anymore
and have learned the ways
of the humans.

They go away,
travel,
and
they send messages
and speak
on little contraptions
that everyone carries,
and although
I think
technology is absolutely woof,
I know it
when they talk about me.

I don't agitate and run any more,
unlike some
fancy folks I know
who keep getting makeovers
because they are named after a TV star.
.

I behave my age.

I lie down
and watch
the preparations in the house.

He is returning today.

Can you see the light of delight in my eyes ?

I wait for him to return
so I can lie
at his feet
and get a wonderful rub...