2017, A Mythological Autobiography of a Wolf, notes, poetry, thoughts

Annie and Mary

it’s funny what pops in your mind
while you’re working.
for me
it was Annie and Mary,
a pair of Aussie sisters I had when I was a kid.
they had totally different personalities.
Mary didn’t bark nor growl,
she just bit ya.
And there was Annie,
she was the sweatest thing I’ve ever known,
she was my best friend,
we played baseball together,
hiked together
even slept together.
But tonight I was thinking
of us swimming in the creek on the farm.

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