There is an old unmade road

Near where I live

It dates from the last war

And is slowly crumbling in time

The woman with two dogs

Often walks her pets along this road

We chat as we look at the sea

Yesterday she told me

That the small brown dog

Was her favourite

As it was more affectionate

She asked me if I favoured her dogs

And if so which creature

I did not answer

As I do not favour dogs