To Annie 1985-1995
You could have been a circus dog,
Dressed in a sparkling pink tutu,
Making your way, tremulously, across a silver wire.
Instead, your cup was to chase rabbits
Through muddy, yellowed cornfields,
Returning home with a bounty of only thistles and burrs.
I had wanted a dog-then, there you were, at my door,
Small, white, hungry, abandoned.
In the fresh December snow, delighting in a powdery drift
You could have passed for a baby Snow Seal.
Back to the icy winter wind, nose testing the frigid air,
An Artic Fox.
You were happiest taking late night car rides,
Owning your half of the front seat,
Whining in delicious anticipation
Of the coming ice cream cone.
I loved you.
They say that dogs do not really love us.
But, I know, from my hands you would have eaten stones.
My dearest, devoted, most fastidious of friends,
I think what endeared you to me the most
Were your nimble, dancing, very small, small gifted feet.
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