Pardon me. I had intended to write something profound about church leadership and spiritual formation, but last night Wrangler pestered me with her meows. I am sympathetic to having a poem that needs to find expression. So here it is, her latest haiku. Personally, I thought it was quite good, a poignant lament, so I agreed to post it.
Dogs across the way
Are brought inside when it’s cold
I cannot tease them.
Editor’s note: the “dogs across the way” are a St. Bernard and yellow lab, well-behaved pets confined to their breezeway by an invisible fence. Since Wrangler is able to stride past, unperturbed, she may believe it is her ferocious figure that restrains the dogs.