Sometimes
it’s Just the Small Things
Had her for seven years, just the two of them. Eighty
pounds, formidable, trustworthy, faithful, protective, fearless, used the world
over by police and military.
Nightly walk in the park at dusk.
Out of the bushes sprung a robber with gun.
Took his wallet.
“Why didn’t you do something?”
“Last night, you forgot my treat!”
Nightly walk in the park at dusk.
Out of the bushes sprung a robber with gun.
Took his wallet.
“Why didn’t you do something?”
“Last night, you forgot my treat!”
November 2012
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