Pull


It’s been a little rare lately,

Feeling at ease in myself.

Kind of like my dog this morning,

Once excited, so hard to rein in.

An unexpected bunny ran across the path

As we stepped out of the front door.

I had to strap him to my waist

And keep a consistent gait for blocks.

This morning there were more bits of food

Lying in wait, in tall grass, unseen by me.

With each one, the pull started again.

Today was harder, for both of us.