Lady Grows Up Poem by Faith Elizabeth Brigham

lady was the friendly hound
who stopped every morning to chat
with the contentious black cat
who waited for her down the street

she spent the summer running free
chasing rabbits through the woods
catching one upon occasion
and hiding in the tall green grass

in the fall she gave birth to six pups
one of which we decided to keep
winston follows her around now
prancing about tail curling like
a question mark suspended in air