Sometimes I write about my exes.

Often times about birds, water and boats too.

I've imagined a dead spider’s final thoughts

(still a little melancholy about that one).

And definitely a few verses about yesterdays.

Today though, while I lay on my back

in our yard, more reporting on dogs seemed in the fore.

Our two curious canines wanted to investigate while I lie there.

I was reminded again, their cold, wet noses probing,

they know about kindness as they settled about me,

letting me know they were ready to help, if needed.