The One Who Walks With Me
by Mae Pike
· 12/03/2026
Published 12/03/2026 14:13
He trails me from the corner café,
eyes bright like promises in the day.
A patch of brown, a tail of white,
he stops when I do, a silent delight.
Trust dances in the space we share,
he follows, unburdened, through midday air.
Paws on pavement, a rhythm we find,
as shadows stretch, and worries unwind.