I can’t see her tiny fur legs.
All five pounds of her pulls my weight forward,
as she hovers over the smells of the day.
I can’t deny her though I glisten.Her tail is a helicopter blade.
Her joy keeps me straight and steady,
there’s no turning back for the gate.
I begin to smell the flowers, see the lights.I know this is good for us both. We exercise,
experience enjoyment, I accept the gift of it
now that we’re through.