the strange creature

is she the lone hunter the mammal of the dog family but not quite

who tips on snowed benches
watch her scuff with the paw and poke with the foot
the little schoffel 
the fox-grape eyed, the mastering-chaos-mustering muscle and bone
what empathy for all your sins she carries
what well-deserving, bickering teeth she's got
lying beside you in the bluish rooms
now go now, choo
the fur will soon be changing into reddish-brown
spring on the way, muzzle up _ roll up and sail secure

(for Carol)

This heart wrenching piece of poetry is from the blog of Setty Lepida

http://settylepidapoetry.blogspot.ie/2014/03/the-strange-creature.html?spref=fb