The Divine Old Dog sees the leash,

come off the wall,

the jewel in her eye begins to dance,

even when

she can’t go, and in disbelief,

walks quietly back to her bed.

She still has the charm to win

our hearts.

In the late afternoon, when the sun

comes over the mountain, and the leash

comes off the wall,

“come along, Divine Old Dog,

come along,”  we say,

and she does,

prancing still,

all is forgiven,

the world still right.

She goes on her walk,

the jewels in her eyes sparking

from the setting sun.