Companion

(c) 2004 Aire Celeste Norell

your butt nestled on my toe we scan the horizon for lions (stray cats) you race after a stone (tennis ball) thrown to knock down unwary birds and unfailingly bring back the kill (tennis ball) you dig holes eager to catch ground squirrels for our dinner my ancestors liked to stroke your ancestor's fur and scratch their submissive bellies did my ancestors eat your ancestors when they got too hungry? or did they lie curled up together waiting for the lions?