Reality Bites

A poem

I was walking, as always,
sure of my way,
when reality bit me
like an untamed stray.

I hollered and hopped,
screamed at her in vain.
She just sat there,
gaping at my pain.

I tried to shoo her off; she stared —
those puppy eyes betraying no spite;
just clear, bright, moist questions
about my right and good intentions.

Picture by Sunita Chellam (used with permission)