Puppy

Her fireman's fur too long for Cruella,

Too wired unlike a baked Calie,

She bordered me like Babe,

Her fur shed like a mist on my legs

I felt home with her at my side.

I felt home beside salt and pepper dotted fur,

Her black head cut white between brown eyes,

It ran like a shadow behind her ears,

My hands covered it as Abe's hand and his chair,

justified to claim myself home.

Her tail curled wherever she stepped

Wagging with power to knock on a door

Bouncing with youth fifteen years old

Once her tongue stopped I knew I was home.