My hand dangles over the edge of the bed.
Old dog pushes against it with his head.
Ears like velvet, soft as a pup.
Not every part of him grew up.
"Feed me, Mama," he snorts in my face
his tail wagging at an eager pace.
His paws are scratchy, he snores like a bear.
When a squirrel runs by, he no longer cares.
Yet, innocent still, he never asks why.
Just wags happily with love in his eyes.
Satisfied without knowing how,
he simply embraces the goodness of now.
Old dog, soft ears, loving creature.
More than a pet, he is a teacher.
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About the Creator
Nicole Caldwell
I passionately share poetry of hope in our times.
Not blind hope, but the kind that burns no matter how strong the storm.
Through story and art, we burn brightly together.
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