Freddie and Me
John G. Young
We walk together,
you with your body skewed
like a car that crabs along the road
after being hit from the side,
you who were dragged
by a reckless bicyclist
that yanked y(our leash eight feet.
Though you seemed dead,
you survived the ICU
body shop
but lost that left eye.
Now you look around
a cataract (too friendly to a cat)
in your other eye,
so you smell y(our way along the path
and cannot see mountains or sky.