Hopefully, the Weeds

There’s a Black Dog

Who lives on my lawn

He doesn’t have a collar

So I guess he’s mine

I yell and scream

I speak gently

I throw garbage and money

He won’t listen to reason

Or threats

He won’t come inside or leave

At night he vanishes

Except for yellow eyes

Under the sun

He sits and pants

I have to mow around him

Hopefully the weeds

Will grow so high

I forget he’s there