Lone Woman

From a friend, just replace dog with woman and you have Debbie.

 

Lone Dog by Irene McCleod

 

I’m a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;

 

I’m a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;

 

I’m a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;

 

I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.

 

I’ll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,

 

A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat,

 

Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,

 

But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick, and hate.

 

Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,

 

Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.

 

O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,

 

Wide wind, and wild stars, and hunger of the quest!