Day 23- 10.9.20
She’s a dog, I know
But her face is so human, at times,
it knocks me straight off my feet.
It’s the freckled nose, I think,
or that plump bottom lip, and
the smirk her eyebrows produce
when she’s waiting.
Right now, she’s curled up against my leg
like a sleepy kid, head nestled on knee,
dreaming of breakfast.