If I were like you I would dive in nose first,
and bark and protect and attack.
I would cover the house in layers of fur
so you could forever breath me.
Now your fur is up in the trees;
tucked in the crows’ beaks,
they built the spring nests,
warmed their eggs in your softness;
the chicks hatch in your wolfy fleece.
I imagine you curled up asleep while I dream
and you eating apples with me.
When I watch the birds, you are hunting;
When I walk the block, you’re ahead.
They talk about seasons and life and its wheel;
I hate it and I want you back.
I want to be nuzzled,
I want to be loved the way you love;
The way no one can.
All I can do is go on just like you;
snout first and crazy and free.
Never give up or be caged
That’s what my Bailey taught me.
© Angela Bigler 2014