Pet Poem, My Pup Hufty

Pet Poem, My Pup Hufty (My fist year living away from my parents) I wanted a puppy. I didn’t choose her, But she became mine, staring out the third-floor Window of that Chicago apartment, together Watching it snow as I asked her, “What do you see?” My artist friend picked her, “For her beauty,” he said, Tho I didn’t see it, as she was a short-haired blonde, While our family dogs had been black and scruffy or Mostly so...Still, we’d walk daily in cold, falling snow. On the shore of Lake Michigan, I’d let her run free And she found great joy in scrambling over Ice Plates set askew, angles to angles, waves frozen in Mid-motion. She thrilled in the attempts to run. Happy, I watched, cheering her on, then on Back at home, she shadowed me, famous for Sleeping on my sketches as I worked and growling Away apartment mice. She traveled in three states With me. She was mine completely and still is... Watching for me over the bridge... To come and so walk together again under Falling stardust with the rest of our waiting pack. **********. ************. *********** (c) sally Young Eslinger 12/2020 Thanks be to God