Once, I caught a Schipperke
She leapt up from the grass
To where I rested in the sun,
Warm on a granite boulder.

She leapt into my arms,
quite by accident, of course.
No Schipperke would ever
let herself be caught on purpose.

I closed my arms around her,
my heart climbed up my throat.
I knew those little black dogs
were the Faery’s favoured form
And if you catch a Schipperke
They’re forced to grant your wish,
So I whispered in her furry ear
My selfish deep desire,

That we might stay together now, forever.

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