There is much to admire in the ever curious dog,
how he runs with oblivious joy into a storm
of hail the likes of which I have never seen,
nose up, mouth open, welcoming this new wonder

fearing neither death nor injury in this pursuit
of life’s endless bounty of enigmatic gifts
The dog, with an appreciation that outpaces mine,
is a small figure of fiery orange amidst hail’s white curtain,
blotting out all but the world’s most voracious matter