Gait Keeper

Gait Keeper The limp is more pronounced on days like these, cold rain and chilling breeze. The hitch in his giddy-up causing his head to angle slightly, correcting for the sway. His eyes seem a bit less bright yet still alert while the tail, that ever enthusiastic metronome of friendship, wags, and waits. So we walk a little slower, a little less far, sharing the tempo of age and a love that knows no desire to walk alone. Submitted for Regina Riddle Animal Poem contest