A stone path winding through a garden,
The garden abandoned and overgrown
with creeping, winding green plants,
harsh and rough, but thriving nonetheless.

The occasional punctuation of color:
Wildflower.

The creeping plants somehow leave a path clear;
A small dog prances down it.

The air changes as he passes,
as if it senses that he is not of this world.

The dog is a ghost, perhaps a specter;
But he is still a dog.