Beckystouch

We lay in the cool grass together.

He buries his nose in the earth.

I bury mine in his fur

Jokeing that he smells like baked bread,

but in reality his scent's a gift.

Porcelene paws, velveteeen ears.

Proof of Gods existance ?

Or more like natures intent.

He roles on his back

people slow down to see,

a spectacle big, and pink.

A bushy tail wagging upside down

this is our daily routine.

Weve been here for years.

But, the years have now grown shorter.

He sleeps more these days,

but it's hard to mind,

when he lays his head on my lap, and closes his eyes.

He slips and falls now,

and for a moment can't stand.

Later wagging his tail

to say he's OK.

A confused look in his eyes, tears in mine.

He is growing older.

Time's no longer ours.

To some he's a nusance

to most just a dog.

To me he's my soulmate, my hero , my love.

Those who shine brightest,

in this world arent seen.

dogs are just angels,

who run with clipped wings.