A Poem for my Dog

by Christopher Raley

 

Every night I stand in the hall
and softly whistle to my dog.
She wakens in the living room,
regards me with concern and rises knowing.
She walks quickly her collar jingling
and lays her regard down by my son’s bed.

 

Tonight I stopped her and stroked her head
because I want to pour water on dry land,
to nourish a faithful friend, to rain love on love.
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