Context — Becoming friends.
Chapati from her fingers, that dog ate
with fervor of its missing mother’s milk
and with shared nourishment they joined their fate
as girl and girl’s best friend, or of that ilk.
She dropped the pup and set upon the path
to home, so she could proudly show Grandmum
expecting love instead of standard wrath–
surely with pride she’d meet friend number one!
She faithfully was followed by the dog,
along the muddy path with swarming flies,
which, ringed by corn, bananas, ceiling fog,
was privy to where land with sky collides.
With spring in step she sauntered toward her home,
erupting joy at being not alone.