The Language of Dogs

It is writ

in a swath

across the fields

where wild flowers

lay trampled in pursuit

of a rabbit

It is writ

in the sands along beaches

the paw prints filling

with the rising tide

telling a story

as a crab scurries

It is writ

in the snow banks up north

their long strides and

careful hops

dragging their words

along the pure white earth

It is writ

in the woods

carving trails that follow

the deer and the squirrel

to their known locations

to lay in wait

It is writ

by four legs

on padded paws

and every sentence

says the same

"I am happy"