We Go To The Library Poem by Dónall Dempsey

My little dog
runs towards me
almost dying
with excitment

he comes along
in leaps & bounds
tail up
tongue out
in absolute
determination
to greet me
his loving master

but
disaster
he hits
a divot
goes into a tail spin
stumbles
tumbles

and arrives
at my feet
a sprawling ball
of fur!
'Oh, Pepe! '
I pick him up
I laugh at him.
He laughs at me.

I put him in
my left hand
combat jacket pocket
& we go to the library.