There is a little beast in my life named ebony; six years old and a little rickety; she swims through my days, sometimes playful, most times asleep. Her little kisses make for soft and tender smiles. All black with graying muzzle, one hundred pounds of tiny Dane trotting by my side, or running through the fens. With tail tucked between her legs she rides the shaky T and moves excitedly through the halls of work at night. Can we go? Can we see? What’s this? Chinese? She comes with me on the weekends. She comes with me on the nights. She calls me home at the end of the day. No drinks for me… I have to go take care of my child. Her days she spends sleeping in bed with one cat or two, wishing for one of her people by her side. If only my office had a door she could spend her time sleeping on my floor.
Ebony is my beast, my child, and my friend.