You tear past me,

unleashed and happy!

i feel the wind of your path against my legs,

it blows the small dog over into a complete somersault!

even though your body does not touch us,

we are won.

and there You stand,

cool as a cucumber in the doorway –

one of so many  – at the time, on sale, they were cheaper than windows –

thus now we are very chic –

who knew we would have a poodle who could open them all!

as well as my heart.

perhaps it is because he knows better than i,

“Be not forgetful to entertain strangers:

for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”