“I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken or his children begging for bread.”
Three weeks ago
on a camping trip
we lost our dog Otto,
in a freak thunderstorm,
the exhaustive search
that followed failed.
We awoke last night
to a familiar sound,
cheerful ring of a collar jingle.
We opened the door
to eager scratching,
and there sat Otto,
wagging his tail.