Touch
in the dark I hear the creek
its full
tumbling over rocks I haven't moved
to make way
dark shepherd
steps across the mud
tastes
and stops
lifts black nose to the air
and half closes his eyes
satisfaction
patrols the yard
past the fence and raspberries
shining eyes in the dark
from the porch I feel him coming closer
then warm breath and
nose to arm
touch
safe
Copyright © Veronica Joseph | Year Posted 2009
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