A couple of dogs

She stands,
on a lonely stretch of road.
An unmapped creek
flows beside.

The road not taken,
she knows the lines by heart.

She has not come here,
due to a promise or a meeting.
She comes to this road,
everyday, to meet nobody.

A couple of dogs
always walk up to her,
through the oaks-
their paws always bloody.

They don't bark.
They just communicate,
in the doric columns of moonlight.
She treats them,
applies antiseptic and bandage.

And, they cross the creek.
Swim across it,
with just their head
floating above the water.

But, today
a wolf will come.
She knows it.
With clean and sparkling teeth.

And when the wolf
crosses the creek,
the clear water
will be smeared with red.

She waits for the wolf.
She has forgotten the watch.
She waits for the nobody.