The Spirit of a Dog
Your wagging tail mirrors the trees gently swaying in the wind.
Your gleaming eyes mirror the sunshine in mid-July, my smile as I see you after a long hard day.
When your paws sprint across the fields of glory, I can see
that ripples through your blood.
As you stare up at me when you hear your name, I can see
spirit that has come through years of us together.
Different humans, different dogs, but I see all of us in your eyes. In you.
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