a barometer to her days
snuggled into a circle the rains will keep her tidily tight and cozy
tomorrow sunshine warm skies she’ll beg and prance to be taken for a walk
allowed to lounge against the white reflections warming her fur
is this a dog’s life
when the final call from the skies comes to her I suspect it will be much the same
the only anxiety coming from me the world as she passes into the big blue realm
she will do her dog thing follow the weather and lift into the warm embrace of its surity