The Rescue

by Karen Crawford

There’s the bossy bark when we hug. A lengthy yawn. The toothy grin when we bicker. At night, she wedges between us, wraps around you with a double coat. Toss her a bone, you say when I threaten the pound. Every time your mother visits, it’s me seeking shelter.

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Karen Crawford lives and writes in the City of Angels, exercising demons a word at a time.