Today's poem is by David Lee Garrison

Playing with the Moon
       

My dog doesn't howl at the moon,
she plays with it, even though

she's slowing down and soon
will crawl into the lap of the universe.

Ninety-eight in human years,
she wraps night sky around her

in the summer like a patchwork
quilt of warmth and wonder,

knowing she belongs to the cosmos,
to everything that was and is.

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Copyright © 2024 David Lee Garrison All rights reserved
from Light in the River
Dos Madres Press
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission