Miss Wobble Paws
She used to be fast
and bouncy,
but after two strokes
her head began to tilt
over her rolling neck
and podgy body.
Yet, through bleary eyes,
she saw off
starlings and cats,
toppling into them
with her comic
John Wayne walk.
When called
She would stagger sideways
wet nose tracking the sound,
then lurch forward,
tongue lolling,
a wide grin of recognition
plastered over her fuzzy face,
her brain.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2025
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