Fourth sunday of ordinary time

Fourth sunday of ordinary time

I changed my mind I don’t want 
to be                                                          a dog again 

No rocks no 
ditches 
no bushes
Not the practice nor the postbox 

Perhaps I may be sheltered I could 
I could lay soft 
And lay low
singing into it I could 

On Monday I will 
pasture and couch the flocks with none to disturb them.