You march , you have a purpose.

As I take you
outside I hook
the leash on your
collar.
you march outside.
You are in charge
of this road.
You bark just
once to announce
that you are in
charge and you
take your post on
the grassy island
and stand.
You stand at
attention and
smell the air.
Your tail pointed
to the sky.
Your chubby legs
stand their ground
you will not move
for anyone.
Cars zip by.
Even a tractor.
You do not
move you
just simply
let them pass.
You lift your
leg.
You smell
some flowers
and then March
to the steps.
Your work here
is done.
You bark one
more time as if
to tell everyone
you are off your
post.
You really are
not in charge.
This busy road
would
conduct its
business with or
without you.
But in your
mind you
know different.
In my mind
and heart
I also know
different.
I have a purpose
in this life.
Maybe I should
start marching
like I have one.