when i was a kid
working for the
washington post
delivering newspapers
i had a dog and
a cat that would
follow me on the route
except when the
weather was extreme
and they'd both stand
at the door looking
out at the rain
or snow, or a cold
fierce wind and nod
no. we're not going
with you, so off i went
alone. but when they
did come, the dog
would stick close
to the wagon, stopping
at every stop, while
the cat stayed twenty
yards behind pretending
that she didn't care,
that she wasn't
a part of this dog,
cat, boy bonding
experience and strangely
i respected her for that.
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