A Ritual of Love
(For Ollyver, the one and only dog I ever had, a miniature Eskimo)
As shadows fall, he lingers through the night
and looks out to the street, his muzzle pressed
against the windowpane; he sees the light
as I drive up. He lifts a snowy chest.
Excitedly he yaps and leaves the chair
to bound around the corner where he waits
to see the door swing open. He’s aware
I’ll soon appear. He never vacillates,
but leaps into my arms when I come in,
then licks my face and jumps back down again.
Were dogs to smile, he’d wear the biggest grin
as I stoop down to satisfy his yen -
(a tummy rub)! While on his back he lies,
he watches me with pools of love - his eyes!
7/3/11
For Royal's the Furry Friend Poetry Contest
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2011
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