the black dot in front of me

hahahaha
it starts with a laughter
because i don't know how else
to start this poem

i was walking from my grandfather's
place
11:30 in the evening
after a whole day
of visiting

and as i walked to my parent's
place
on the road, right below the runway
where the road starts climbing
and the light dims

i saw a black dot in front
of me
moving.

at first i thought i was
hallucinating,
or just seeing things
but i had to look harder
and there really was a black dot
moving in front of me

i don't believe in a lot of things
but this thing kind of
freaked,
creeped and
startled me

and then the black dot
moving in front of me
turned sideways:

it was a mutt
the classic inuit community
black dog,
descendant from some
husky and some short legged dog

from a distance,
because it was so short,
it didn't seem to have legs
just a black dog
that seemed to move
without legs

and i felt silly
as i walked to my parent's place
and smiled to myself