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for Barbara
and for “Fluffy”
whose careless contribution triggered this poem

I pulled it to my shoulder
And prepared to pluck the strings.
But when I looked it over,
Lo! An unexpected thing:
A tiny hair both black and soft –
It had to be the dog’s.
I paused and showed it to my friend.
We stared at it, agog.
So, right before my songs began,
I flicked it through the air,
Thinking it might land back on
The doggie sitting there.
In all my wild imaginings,
This never crossed my mind:
The doggie was predicted.
But the harp? A big surprise!

by Gwennon
June 27, 2008