The Dog’s Luck

I want the luck
of the young baby girl
who woke up from her nap, with a four-leaf clover
gently sitting in the hand as she sat on the beach. 

 Of the triathlon, gold medal winner
who did not even train. 

 Of the small, ginger cat
that slowly crosses the busy streets of the city
but does not hurt an inch of its body 

 Of the huge, fluffy, black dog
who heard a gunshot
and sprinted back home in front of a double decker bus
but still lives with not even a scar to prove it. 

Of the old dog
who ate a whole chocolate cake at the wedding
but survived for what seemed like
infinity. 

Chloe (11)