At Home With My Dog
I
stir
to her
wet nose
against my hand.
Nudging, she makes expressive noises—and,
when our eyes meet, hers are ardent and sincere.
Always near me, never troubling me.
I
scratch
behind her ear
she flips onto her back
four paws in the air,
tail swishing—side to side.
We
walk
together on the beach
face to face with the blue horizon.
Joyful! Joyful! Joyful!
As only she can be,
all her sweet and salty life.
I
wonder
does she know how much I love her?
And what a fine arrangement it is.
A gorgeous and delightful poem Jo … our furry friends love is unmeasurable and unconditional 🐶💙🌏
Thank you for the lovely comment Ivor.