Exuberance

frisky dog

If exuberance is fatal,
my dog’s a goner. Wagging
his amputated tail creates
a shimmy that involves his
whole body.

He shows me what true joy
really looks like. I try
the shimmy but it’s not
the same. The monkeys laugh;
thank goodness they are my
only neighbors.

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