The Piebald Dog And His Master Poem by Tony Adah

Under a spiny stem tree
Sat a bearded craftsman tending
the hilt of his how for the season of
making mounds thickens in the air.
The hoe itself, a metal sheet with a pointed tip
that will fit into a hold in the hilt
Somewhere among the wood shavings
A piebald dog laid snoring
And the ribcage rising and falling with his breath
When a wooden lunch tray appeared with pears
and roasted corn on the cobs,
The piebald dog rose with all his strength
sniffing the air, wagging his tail.
The craftsman relished his meal
And left the empty cobs and capsules of pear nuts
shunning I'm the sun
The piebald dog sniffed at the cobs and the capsules
And brought out his fresh tongue
To give them a mere kiss that held no value
to mitigate his hunger
And he growled and stretched his body
Wagging his tail and laid back on the shavings
Beside his greedy master.