She holds my eyes,

her sentiment intrigues. 

Every day, her own

soulful eyes.

Examining me, 

creating moments.

Her head pops up

now and again,

listening to the scrape

of the plow shoveling 

the walks and roads around us. 

I wonder about her comfort,

dogs seem to ride out any distress.

Always happy, wagging her tale,

I like to take that to mean security.

I’ll go about my usual day,

safe and confident she’s happy nearby.