She darts in and out
making a wild, and jagged
path through the woods
she follows me;
coming onto my wide, and dusty trail
just to make sure I didn’t leave her
Like those other people did,

But I never would;
she knows that
I hope.

Her jet-black fur pierces the sun light noon.
As she waits to catch her breath for a moment,
I do too.

her little pink tung hangs
out the side of her mouth.
and as she pants
she looks up at me,
forcing me to look at her big,
hazel eyes.

She hangs at my feet,
closer, than even my shadow can,
she’s done this ever sense the day
I plucked her up from that tractor-trailer,
and brought her home

Now she runs again, this time home
she knows the way from here,
I’ll meet her on the door step,
but for now I watch her

Run.