Somewhere a puppy runs
as pleased with the world
as she is willing to please.
As she grew we laughed with mutual amusement,
she on two legs and we on all fours.
Born in July by March she was thigh high
She laughed at our music and we at hers.
So I try to remember that somewhere a puppy runs
because I can not erase
that last look of resignation
on our beloved Annie's face.