Mischief

We came to find the spirit of nature.
To net in a poem.
But the children found Loki the dog,
And watched him paddle in the river,
And ran their hands through his reckless coat.
They threw sticks in the water
‘Til he caught them in his teeth,
And thought nothing of dirt,
Or wet feet, or the grittiness 
Of the world.
And despite what we wrote after,
Loki was the mischief 
We had come to remember.