Basking in the dust mote freckled sunlight Every wiry centimetre luxuriating in heat No, not a languid feline More invisibly alert Like a newly hatched lizard Dependent on the light for his very existence Dog lies with reptilian lightness of presence Seemingly asleep Yet coiled to spring, retreat or advance At the rustle of a treat Or the promise of game Or the risk of a bath Nothing goes unnoticed Yet his total stillness fools you Fools you until the teeth nip your foot To remind you he is omnipresent.