He sits on the porch
eating and watching the rain
curtains the view.

An raincoated female
strolls on the sidewalk
dragged by a dog, horse like.

He waves at the wet
and sweaty pack leader,
but her hands are tied
to the leash.

Cerberus hits the breaks,
follows the nose
towards the smelly porch
with her as a lifeboat.

I'm sorry and the dog disembark
at his harbor.

He scratches the dog's back
and it bows subserviently.

How about she?