Dorthea and the Dalmatian
Raise your hand if you were surprised
The day we met Dorthea in her beautiful high rise.
She had turned into a Dalmatian which she always wanted to be.
And she was rather beautiful, as she poured us English tea.
How did you do it? We asked, pretending to be awed.
She smiled at us sweetly, her long face dog-like jawed.
But she could no longer speak, barking is what she did at the elevator.
We gave her a wave good-bye, wondering if she would be sorry later.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2024
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