In the Company of Dogs - June 30, 2024

Gary Hunter
Jun 30, 2024
1 min read

they are splashes of white paint

in a graffitied world

friendly ponds

on a planet of raging seas

the whipped cream left on noses

that laughing dessert

your tongue can’t quite reach

mostly though

it’s what I become around them

the flour-dusted stay-at-home mom

face melting with tenderness

the doting hands-on dad

with hands donating tenderness

I suppose if it was titled

“in the company of God”

the lyrics wouldn’t change

except for the licks

and belly rubs?

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