Pick me up
by the scruff,
shake me
on this journey
letting me feel
the loose camouflage
of this skin,
the jumbled bones
within
the helpless hanging,
alert and shining eyes
willing to be carried
to safety,
set down
in new alignment.
So much of what felt true
has tumbled,
I would be adrift
but for this warm bite
near my wobbling spine,
surrender to a voyage
with paws resting briefly in air.