Daisy and Me

she’s been my friend
for a long time, through
the various men who have come
and gone, through
childhood tantrums, the
empty nest syndrome,
through the loss of friends,
old jobs and into new ones,
she’s always been there,
from her early days of lunging
for food, growling and biting,
to her more mellow years of
following me around, her
toenails clicking against the
old wooden floors.
i love her for her bunny ways.