In Week’s Field

Poem written by Em Meuller, used with permission from the author

With gulls and crows and my dog
running circles around me, the goal
posts, the trunk of the tree, I shout at
the top of my lungs “Get the birds,
Teddy! Get the birds!” He barks and
races all four feet off the ground at one
time flying, trying to catch the seagulls,
the crows, anything with wings, fiercely
joyous, loving the chase, the stretch,
the soft grass under his paws, the
whistling air.