I’d forgotten how much I felt
for him pushed from bad to bad snagged
by drama he can’t comprehend
attacks he won’t defend against
running to the old house the first
time he escapes, the garland for
his dusty fur from the gentle
girl of sorrows also to be
crushed beneath the wheels of children
tossed away and won’t live with the
wound and a clear night a forced march
and fireworks and more and finally all
alone, sniff the open air, bright
sun, new friends, and no more burdens
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such energy though these eyes still blurry
but the day begins early & takes the blame
for every flattened patch of fur on the highway
for the last two weeks and what do I know I
wasn’t there but you feel the flies surround
you & maybe we got off on the wrong
foot and maybe that’s all there is now
in the still heart of the great machine a
few sparks with dances to come and yes we
can agree that I use the word too often
but it’s still the right one for the job and
out in the forest it sniffs a mushroom
and moves on since the field guide’s at home and
doesn’t want to take any chances