In more ways than one
I'm not sure you knew the extent
To which I was afraid of dogs
I'd call someone, ask passerbys
To walk with me past a stray,
Even if it wasn't aggressive.
Then everything changed.
One day when we talked-
You mentioned you'd have to
Leave your dogs behind.
And I cried devastated
Beloved dogs
who loved you so much!
As if seeing the world
Through their eyes
I understood a dog as a creature
When the Queens ran away
I kept thinking
they must have just sensed
what you said.
The betrayal
Pooh didn't come back
And I went to the market
And purchased the finest bones
I could get
For the local pack
I believed (and still do)
That dogs have a way of sensing
Each other across the distance
With telepathic connection
Not unlike people
I gave them the bones
and pleaded for a message to Pooh,
That you missed her and loved her
And for her to come home.
In more ways than one
In more ways than I'd ever recount
Or admit to - I love you
One more still
As I treasure the fact
That I walk past the dogs without fear
