Decides

the old dog decides

not to cross the creek this time—

soft sounds of water

Bathed

freshly bathed dog —

odd-shaped wet marks

on every rug

the dog’s sleeping pose

my feet find a still-warm spot

on the yoga mat

dog nostrils

fill the fence holes

evening walk

fenced dog

howling at the dark

moonless night

reclined on a couch

cozied by words from a book

and a sleeping dog