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.