Sticker gift tucked in coat pocket,
The metal clink of a leash being latched,
Then I pranced along and led the way
From street curb to garden path.

It was an oasis between spaces,
A shortcut from here to there.
I liked the way the wind smelled
As it rustled it's fingers through everything,
Including Yoongi's hair.

Prance and prance,
I paused my paws
Next to a wooden bench.

I nuzzled a shoe.
"Yeontan, don't be rude!"
The old lady there became bent—
Reached down to scratch behind my ear.
Years of joy pour from her eyes and her laugh
Just for me to hear.