my little dog
and I
went on our
morning walk
through our neighborhood
and the next
past
perfectly spaced annuals
old oaks, feet circled in pine straw
grass, even as a barbered flat top
but
it wasn’t until we took the
shortcut
between
this place and that
that we saw the cardinals playing
they danced and darted
through weeds and wild flowers
in and out of unkept honeysuckle
as free
as the patch they had chosen
Amy, I like how the metaphor grows gradually, building from the innocent story-like beginning of “my little dog” to the closing simile.
Thank you, Gaby!
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