Every time I walk past my dog

He lays down on his side

Lifting a hind leg, showing me his nuts

I shake my head and think, what a strange dog

But could it be, perhaps, what if, somewhere

Deep within the greasy folds of his scrotum

The answers to the universe are waiting, contained

Offering, as he stares longingly in my direction

Leg in the air

Anything is possible, I suppose

Or maybe, nothing is that complicated

There is no deeper meaning to be found

Maybe he just loves me

And maybe, sometimes

A dog just wants his balls scratched