An Outing with Annie

Outdoors, you sway your hips
Your paws carry you a ways down our short dirt path
You spot a bird, hear a sound, causing your black ears to perk up
You’re pulled forward
By the remnants of your primitive genes
Yet, I call to you, requesting that you come along
I turn, carrying myself back from where we’d come
You follow, reluctantly at first
Holding onto the conclusive possibility of what might be out there
But then your reluctant follow becomes an eager trot
Which brings us back together once again.


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