Off she goes into the material world
with nothing but her brown coat
and her modest blue collar,
following only her wet nose,
the twin portals of her steady breathing,
followed only by the plume of her tail.
If only she did not shove the cat aside
and eat all his food
what a model of self-containment she would be,
what a paragon of earthly detachment.
If only she were not so eager
for a rub behind the ears,
so acrobatic in her welcomes,
if only I were not her god.
- Billy Collins
FYI: Pairings for 'runes & tunes' are my own. They might be thematically related or structurally or tonally or just associatively in some way that only my particular subconscious understands. They'll be enjoyable always - worth a moment or two to read, to ponder, to listen, to ponder again.
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