Sometimes I Forget, too

　　In the night I got up once to push up the door lever with my nose and go outside into the wind.

　　Nickel raised his head.

　　"Where are you going?"

　　His voice sounded frightened.

　　"I'm going to pee," I said.

　　I heard Flora's sleepy, comforting voice in the dark.

　　"He's a dog," Flora said softly.

　　"Oh right," said Nickel. "I kept forgetting that."

　　I came back to my red rug next to Nickel.

　　His arm went round me again.

　　"Sometimes I forget, too," I said to Nickel.

The Poet's Dog, P20-21
Patricia MacLachlan
ISBN 978-0-06-229262-9