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At Lady Zoey's First Anniversary
I do not know all the mean things they did
to you in their infernal cruelty.
I know that they seemed eager to be rid
of you the day that Lady Certainly
offered them sixty dollars---the sole bid.
Skittish because of fear in memory,
you needed some time to learn how to trust;
some time, not much. Now in our family,
you are supremely loved, and nevermore
to be confined behind a celler door.
Your presence---in its several tones and measures
(playful . . . resting . . . alert)---provides such pleasures
in variations, seeming without end.
You are, to all of us, a real best friend.
Starward
[jlc]
