in more ways than one

Dog at my feet, so content, 

a canine world encompassed 

by a familiar smell, routine

and the undoubted stimulation 

of a little novelty, each day.

Makes me ponder, more so, feel,

what has gone by, past,

that was so good 

and how long it has been,

in all these pursuits.

So I rest me down,

with the dog for now,

weary limbs of the day,

can't decide,

if a heart be a little heavy.

Oh to be that hound,

curled oblivious and all,

she needs is, just there,

just here, now,

in that dearest company.