His tail between his legs,
Wandering worriedly into the light
The yellow circle of jaundiced light
Cast by a solitary lamp-post.
And he stares
At his reflection,
That area of shadow that strangely resembles
Him:
His dog-eared, long-faced, panting visage.
And he lets out a sound
A slight, slow, halting, tentative� whine
And it grows, in volume, in size, in shrillness
Till his whining fills the night
With delight, in his own voice
Not his masters.
And he sits� there
And he whines
The lamp-post, the dog, and his shadow
In a circle of sodium light
A picture for posterity
With sound effects.