The Importance of a Dog

He looks at me
Time and again
Rest his head upon my knee
Asking
What is it I can do?

He never barks
Never groans in agitation
As I pull him close
And overturned
Begin to scratch
In that spot I know he likes
Even though he's attempting sleep.

He listens
Playing most-often
When somehow he knows
My heart is heavy
And there is too much drama in the air;
Listens
Looks at me with ever-loving eyes
Connecting
Calming
Bringing a much-needed smile to my face
Only to promptly break the moment
By turning to lick himself
Of course
In the most private of places.
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