she came to me from my parents

the little blue dog that hunted for clues.

but she was too curious

and I too careless

she found a can of olives on the Win-Dixie shelves

and thought it would make a good spot to rest

she was lost for some hours,

but my father brought her home

after an arduous search

from then on, I kept her close by

but proximity doesn’t always mean safe

like the time I spilled glue on one paw then

tore the seam on the other, and

I thought she was a goner

but my mother patched her up

and she was almost as good as new

 

after many a year, and many a move,

she still sits on my selves,

still a good spot to rest

but far away from olives, and glue,

and any other duress