Let’s get her a dog

 
 
“Outside of a dog, a book is man’s best friend. Inside of a dog it’s too dark to read.” Groucho Marx.

 

She’s socially uncomfortable.

Let’s get her a puppy, another dog.

Let’s get the dog a dog.

And the cat. 

All the cats.

Another playmate to her posse.

To follow her up and down the stairs.

Like lambs to Mary.

As she convalesces.

Her brain and confidence bruised.

Boredom and inertia breaking her.

Fear in cycles deep.

Of never ever going back.

And the cold stares.

Judgment.

When she needs a true friend.

Let’s get her a dog.
 

credit: dogbreedinfo.com

Another Ode to Witness

 
  
Old friend, we’ve gone this route before,
you, witness, wag shaking by the door
seeking, waiting, leaping and running
never late nor early, always just coming
arriving just before me, eagerly unsure
hot and breathing heavy, somewhat sore
when we go long and distant, you, me
running by the beach, cooled by the sea
those days we both were stronger then
me with solid knees, you, a leaner bend
back high and haunches thickly sturdy
unlike now as we hack and sweat dirty
dripping salty stains down our backs
your mouth sweating along the tracks
we no longer run, you and me, my pal
my faithful fan knee high wagging tail.
I call you witness for a nose knows all
those you wait for, scraps to ever fall
side by your keeper, quiet, ready sight
the world tethered to sense and fright.
We who savor your riches watch you
watching us awaiting the familiar cue
“Come to me, Kiah.” Let vigilance rest,
in settled dreams, my furry ever-guest.

Photo credit: Chris Clevely

My Name is Witness: Ode to Kiah

My name is witness.
I am called so by all.
I watch you spinning
by my feet in haste
and watch you go by
slow in circles around
my head nodding too.
My name is patience.
A heartbeat proves it.
Fear never outpaces
for I have no worries
to chase in nighttime
tooth-losing slow-mo
nightmare of despair.
My name is yearning.
Senses cry longingly.
Your eyes miss mine
though my face sees
every move you are
each word you make
and I do wait for them
your eyes your hand
your stroke of smile
and grin of hands on
this back and neck
ears and nose and
belly and butt of tail.
I am yours though
you are not mine.
I belong to you.
You not to me.
I am dog.
I am.
You.

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