Sonnet 59 – Annie, Chasing Gophers

You’ve never seen Annie this way, and may
wish you never had. Tail in the air, her
head, her neck and her shoulders tucked away
beneath the ground, she’s chasing a gopher.

Strange, silly beast, my Annie. Backing out
of the hole she dug, she cocks her head, perks
her ears and starts some mad bouncing about
the yard. Like a canine Tigger, she poinks

place-to-place, trying to chase her prey to
a piece of soft and shallow soil. The soul
of manic mining, her paws claw through
the earth and she dives into her new hole.

Puppy-sure, she won’t worry for the field -
she knows that some holes don’t need to be filled.