
DOG CLOUD when clean you feel like a cloud as I finger your hair so soft & light you might drift away if not for Love's Gravity gold as Sun airy as Sky You are our Constellation after we'd raced too long & lost through stars' buckshot until You reconnected those beacons of Light Beauty & Hope with balls & squirrels & a belly splayed for all the love & joy our hands could supply
Thank you NorCal Poodle Rescue for letting me foster the wonderful Joya, five years ago today.