Thursday, October 8, 2020

Hope is a Thing with Brown Fur


Kat the dog is ever hopeful
always expecting affection
from whoever happens to be near
pawing at at a pant leg
whining oh so quietly,
 “Love me, Love me.”

Most comply
offering pats or smooth strokes down her back.
Still it is never enough.

Before she was mine
she was Angie’s.
Before that
her history is unclear
except that she would have been abandoned
had not Angie taken her in.

So she begs to be picked up
while I write or talk on the phone.
She does not understand my annoyance
or a guest’s allergy.
She only knows love me and hope.

And because we do love her
and grant her the affection she desires,
her hope for more
only grows.