In our dog’s eyes every day is a special day. They watch in awe as milk and oats blend into porridge on the stove. Wet noses touch my hand when I fill their bowls with the promise of walks and ball games. They bring toys when I put on my boots, lick my face as I tie the lace. I lift their leads from the hook by the door while they pogo-bounce in the hallway. When we walk though the gate new adventures await.
stag’s roar owns mountain
until his echo fades
© Xenia Tran
With love to you all,
In response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #22: (Extra)Ordinary Days
Daily Post Discover Challenge: Animal
Daily Prompt: Echo