'The Yoga of a Muted Mutt' by William Forde: Copyright April, 2015.
'Stay still my thoughts of rags and bones, of sticks and walks and trees of bitches smell.
Hold fast that taste of juicy meat, and pats of love along brushed coat when next we meet, and all is well.
Why does thou tempt me with earth's pleasures, when I try to cut all off.
I am but mere terrier with canine's cross to bear; a simple hound, more smooth than rough.
I cannot mind two things at once nor stray from single thought,
Begone distractions, take thy leave, this mutt needs peace not quiet distraught.'
William Forde: April 17th, 2015