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.”