Clutching a quilt of pink, purple and red,
she sat on the edge of her hospital bed –
The Poodle leaned gently against a patchwork rose –
as she folded the quilt up to her chin.
and unfolded her story.
“there was a dog, a really big dog”
and her hand snuck out of a corner as she ventured a pat
on the not as big dog who beside her now sat..
“This dog was so big, like a horse he was big”,
and he jumped
and down she fell,
in the street, off her feet,
hip broken, head a bit too.
“That is why i am here. –
most people fear the bite –
but sometimes it is simply the really bad manners that hurt the most.”
and then she reached out with her whole arm and bent down to hold my dog.