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