Little Dog’s Rhapsody in the Night


He puts his cheek against mine

and makes small, expressive sounds.

And when I’m awake, or awake enough


he turns upside down, his four paws

in the air

and his eyes dark and fervent.


“Tell me you love me, ” he says.


“Tell me again.”


Could there be a sweeter arrangement?  Over and over

he gets to ask.

I get to tell.


Mary Oliver, Dog Songs