Good Boy, Lucky Girl

Finally, I saw
it came running down
after the rocks
that it knocked
into antecedence,
little chips
from the slag.
The dog had watched
it many times,
I could tell
by the twitch
of his ears,
the way he snuck
outside at dawn
in the freezing cold
to see it.
I really wanted it
as much as he,
could almost smell
the pelt, feel
the squirrel run.
I finally saw it.
I'm such a lucky girl.
Daylight sometimes finds us all.