My Sadie is a sniffer and a sifter after clues.
The rainy days I find so gray and nondescript,
To her, are better for odiferous wetter news
She finds in dew on every bush and blade she’s nipped.
She finds the flights of crows a mystery and a soar
She loves the lights that twinkle in the starry sky
Not only now and then but now and evermore.
She follows — Wait! — the scent of rabbit wanders by!
The dislocation of my shoulder’s no big deal!
We can’t let that become priority o’er prey!
How can a merely human soul resist her zeal?
She streaks through every scene of every act each day.
And then…she snoozes with her head upon my feet.
How oddly weird that dogs make humans feel complete.