Sausage Dog

Lead us brown dog on a pink leash.
Show us the way. Teach
us to plough doggedly on,
nose to  sand if necessary.

Sniff out the right route for us
little chap. The fast and the furious
have no place here. Take your time.
We’ll be happy to trail behind

in the belief that you know
where you’re going. We’ll follow,
away from the sea, for ages and ages;
yes, even as far as the distant café

where Lynne gives you leftover sausages.