When they join paws and dance together, friends

laugh at the dog and cat–they live apart

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so much of their old lives. She mews for sport;

he barks for art, for music. When the bands

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play at the games they both attend, his tail

begins to wag. She purrs at concerts when

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at halftime other sports-nuts share the win

the home team pulled off with the final goal.

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He thinks coaches are insane–all lean

and hungry for a win–who cares who gets

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the bone? She catnaps sometimes in the seats

when all is pianissimo. He’ll lean

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and stroke and pet her till her eyes are wide…

then they walk slowly home, still side by side.

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– Steve Shoemaker, Urbana, IL, Feb. 8, 2013

 

EDITOR’S APOLOGY: the blog doesn’t like poetry this morning. It won’t allow spaces…so periods are inserted to maintain the integrity of the verse.