Who’s Walking Whom
Restrained on a leash that extends ten feet or so,
the little pooch is as compact as a battery and
charged with as much energy. With his tail erect
perfectly to the perpendicular, he beams a well-being
almost bursting, too potent for his little frame.
He tugs and pulls and strains valiantly against
the taut leash as if to snap it and scurry off free
and wherever his nose will lead. His feet are short
and small and move with the blurred rapidity
of a frightened centipede, while his mistress,
elderly and puffing, lunges forward at an angle
that threatens to bring the pavement to her face.
Copyright © Maurice Rigoler | Year Posted 2025
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