when I was a puppy
her hand felt like the wind flowing
from my nose scalloping
ever so softly and like dry water
flowing over the ends
of my soft quill like fur
to the end of my waiting tail
she was my mistress
walking me with my pride
sharing our love
she smokes a cigarette
and seems to think of other people
we like to go walking together
my feet get to move so fast
I love and know
how to be right by her side
she is my mistress
I am her puppy