my bear
hunter,
slides
to the floor
like Bambi
on the ice pond,
then
turns to me for guidance.
The
great snake chaser,
boxer of
puppies,
lover of
cats –
her body
juts and rises
where it
shouldn’t.
It doesn’t
do right, anymore.
I am a rescuing
shadow,
shifting
darkly through
her clouded
marble gaze.
We
remember
more than
see
one
another
now.
I fed
her an extra scoop tonight.
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