Where Would She Be Now? My first poem
Photograph © 2014 Wolf Naegeli
She was tiny, just eight weeks old.
She sat in a corner,
Wearing a purple collar, staring at the older couple,
Who hailed from afar to usher away one of them.
Her many siblings frolicking around the old folks,
She remained in her corner.
They locked eyes – the puppy and the people.
Again.
And again. She moved slowly toward them.
Not close — enough though to catch a whiff of wonders.
Odors of sweet perfume, strange flavors, humans, familiar scents, dog. Maybe a cat.
Photograph © 2014 Mignon Naegeli
She was the one.
Where would she be now?
A trainer said, “a very shy puppy.”
Ha!
She can read. Not words. Them!
Where would she be now?
She is Annebäbi,
My sister. The Purple Girl.
Photograph © 2018 Mignon Naegeli
You have captured personality in both words & pictures. I loved these words from Basquiat. A lovely respite on a dreary day!
Shirley