The master tosses the ball. The dog
cannot help but bring it back.
Plus,
she is rewarded with treats
for her exuberant joy.
The master drives the car.
The dog hangs her head out,
ears flying.
The master scratches under her flea collar.
The dog wags her tail, appreciatively.
The dog does not know
her master is destroying the earth.
She too benefits from the master’s
war against nature.
Except
on afternoons when it’s too hot to walk.