I.
She bleps.
I boop.
We both smile
with our eyes.
II.
The touch of a paw
Can bring my to my knees
In an instant
Begging
For another blessing.
III.
I open the door
and I gather you into my arms.
Your neck smells of brown leaves
gone up in smoke.
The morning frost
burns already
in your ears and nose
and thrills upon my cheek.
I kiss your feet
and taste
the last mown grasses
of the season.
The song of life
half-wild
and well-lived
throbs in your throat
and in my ears.
We see this world
and we love it
and live it
through the green
in our eyes.
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