THORNS
In the forest
on the tangled trail
my foot gets caught
on a forbidding bush of thorns.
When I fall
it is no far
But still
it takes a bit
before I am free.
Jake stops
to watch me pull away the thorns.
Pretty careless, he says.
If I could I would help.
He sits and waits,
keeps me in mind
an occasional wag of his tail
to remind.