In the Moment

by Shawn Allen

Murphy runs like a mad cat,
furry paws slipping
nails clicking on the linoleum,
alive and in the moment.
I grab at her as she passes
trying to snatch away
even the smallest bit, a reflection of
that canine joy of now.
Her face is white with years;
you would never know
she is not still a pup, tongue lolling,
as she slides past again…

02-21-2014

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