Get Lost (“Portrait of a Lady holding her pet King Charles Spaniel”) In a gallery in Edinburgh You can see too many pictures Of people holding dogs Of a very specific breed. Of course, I wouldn’t notice that (I prefer Cats, you know) If your Charlie wasn’t small enough To fit in my heart, If you hadn’t painted Charlie At the back of my eyelids. We spent hours roaming the gallery, Exploring the city, Getting lost. And we almost forgot That time slips, Time gets spilled, Hearts grow bigger And things fall out of them. *** So, hold on to your dogs Or get lost!
