Miss Wobble Paws
She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
on the rolling deck
of her body.
Through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her
John Wayne walk.
When called
She would wobble sideways
tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling;
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over
her fuzzy brain.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2019
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