Bobbie the three-legged pit bull
arcs across the concrete:
a comma made of muscle
pausing in the breeze
on the porch in the afternoon.
Bobbie stretches out a leg,
and she becomes an apostrophe:
possessive of everything
the Spring smells help her see.
Later on, Bobbie will be a period:
ending the day at the foot of dad's bed,
curled up on top of mom's feet.