he lies at my feet
and doggy-dreams all afternoon.
My dog likes apple cores.
standing sentry as I crunch
with barely contained anticipation.
My dog likes open gates,
through which he runs at speed
to sniff his rounds.
My dog likes soft places,
on wardrobe floors,
he curls secretly atop discarded garments.
My dog likes sunshine.
He follows it around the house
until the kids come home.
Then he likes them more.
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