11/14/12 - 4:47pm
My Crazy, Bouncy Dog
By Nancy Whiting, Kenai
Her feet are splayed in every direction
and she doesn’t mind my soft correction
because she hears I am laughing so
to see her frolicking in the snow.
She dashes, weaves and plows through brush
as though she’s in a mighty rush
to arrive someplace, I know not where,
and I suspect she doesn’t care.
Some ask me of her breed and I say, “Well,
I often think she must be part gazelle”
because the way she will leap and bound