The little dog
Snuggles on my lap -
Her sister nearby
Unwilling to rest
Only keen that I stroke her belly
As she whines aloud
With expectant pleasure.
We sit in the gloaming
And look at the birds
As they flutter in the trees.
The one on my lap
Wants to lick my face
With luscious kisses.
Her nearby Pal
Licks my hand gently, spaciously.
We lean together
And feel the coldness descend.
The breath of these tiny dogs
Fills my senses with comfort
The tangle of their being
Brings a spicy warmth
To our shared moment.
We look across the lawn
And graze upon its stillness
The pulse of living
Huddles within our shared heartbeats:
Tenderness is not so hard to find.
Gar Jones: April 2017
Snuggles on my lap -
Her sister nearby
Unwilling to rest
Only keen that I stroke her belly
As she whines aloud
With expectant pleasure.
We sit in the gloaming
And look at the birds
As they flutter in the trees.
The one on my lap
Wants to lick my face
With luscious kisses.
Her nearby Pal
Licks my hand gently, spaciously.
We lean together
And feel the coldness descend.
The breath of these tiny dogs
Fills my senses with comfort
The tangle of their being
Brings a spicy warmth
To our shared moment.
We look across the lawn
And graze upon its stillness
The pulse of living
Huddles within our shared heartbeats:
Tenderness is not so hard to find.
Gar Jones: April 2017
