Floppy ears bound up to see me,
tail wagging, dopey grin fixed
up at my laughing face.
A wet nose bumps my hand.
A wet tongue glides over my cheek.
A scratch behind the ears calms down the room.
Footfalls follow me
from the kitchen to the side
room to the front room up to my
room and back down to the kitchen.
Where are you going? Can I come? I want to come! I'm coming!
Curling up at my feet,
I lie on the floor, waiting to
see if he'll lie down next to me.
What are you doing? Are you cold? You must be! I'll warm you up!
Brown eyes look over to me
asking what I'm doing before he
grins when I curl up on his bed with him.
Howling in unison is the greatest conversation, because
I don't need words to tell him that I love him.