Dogs who greet you with tongues tucked in modest jaws,
and those that stand a few placid feet away as you empty an aluminum can into their bowls.
They hear comfort in the scrape of the knife,
and comfort you with their silent trust.
I like dogs that are not so fat their bellies sway past their waddling feet,
But not so thin they can beat me to the overturned trash can.
Those who temper discernment with inquisitiveness,
who may rustle at unrecognized sounds with undertones of a growl,
but who don't try to bark landscapes into oblivion.
They feel the confidence of strength,
they save it till needed.
Those who know when it's time for a treat,
but remonstrate with their eyes.
And if they must come shelter at your bed in the deepening nighttime,
they settle at the side.
For after you enjoy your rest,
the sunlight is brighter as dogs burst into day.
May 14, 2020