Sitting behind the dunes
in the midden
surrounded by ripped tents
half buried in the sand
for quite some time, along with
broken fibreglass tent poles,
and wrecked eskies, and
possibly some ancient artefacts
from tribal culture,
a wild dog steps just inside
the rim of glow cast by the
embers. It is a large dog
black and yellow with
vertical stripes running
top to bottom,and
a large powerful head, and I
wondered what would bring
a dog to this obscure place
at this time of evening.
It is wise to be cautious
when confronted by strange dogs
- read the signs carefully, but
this animal moved in a way that
forestalled feelings of dislike. It
seemed to be watching,
judging me.
I stared into the animals eyes
for some time occasionally
glimpsing myself in miniature
sitting by the fire,
and for a moment felt
some kind of recognition,
and then the dog disappeared.
