Dogmaster Reflection

Tonight I sit on the chair

And at the window stare

My ghostly reflection stares back

Reflected in reality shown on black

Does it reflect me or I it

A ghostly tree moves, by an invisible wind hit

No thoughts it has controlled by me I think

Which is the reflection, it or I, my sanity sinks

I look at my dog as comfortably it lies

What dreams and thoughts lie behind those eyes?

Its language is alien to me at least

But it knows part of mine, the dumb beast

Sad soulful eyes it has its way

For the dog master and his carer another day