I always liked that Great Southern Dog
Not because he’s fighting the bull with Orion
As so many stories tell.
No, I always thought he was waiting,
Watching the hunter’s back, just in case
And perhaps thinking
“Go for it, Orion. I’ll never understand
But I’ll be here in case he tries to put one in your flank.”
Sometimes, the dog is the sage
And man the student
Daily writing prompt for National Poetry Writers Month: Constellations.