It Lasted Five Minutes
The garden gate swung wide, then closed
A careless breeze, or fate, who knows?
And Charlie, nosing through the day,
Let out a yelp that shook the rose.
We turned, The Steady One and I,
At once, as clouds fled from the sky.
His tail, poor flag of beagle pride,
Had met the hinge with too much stride.
He spun and wailed, then stared us down
As if he'd die there on the ground.
We rushed, half-laughing, half-alarmed,
To find him whole, though slightly charmed.
A minor hurt, a passing sting,
Yet hearts go soft at such small things.
He limped, for show, across the yard,
Milking his moment, playing hard.
Then sniffed a weed, and all was sweet
At Boulevard and Street.
GBS
2025
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