There was a dog my parents talked about
The neighbour’s dog,
And how when the neighbour died
The dog cried like a child.
They’d never seen anything like it.
He stayed all day at the cemetery
Lying down on his owner’s grave
Or in the Sphinx position, guarding time.
He returned home for food and water
Then trundled back at night.
Whenever my parents told the story
My mother would say
Dogs have more heart than people.