--David Lee Garrison
My dog doesn't howl at the moon,
she plays with it, even though
she's slowing down and soon
will crawl into the lap of the universe.
Ninety-eight in human years,
she wraps night sky around her
in the summer like a patchwork
quilt of warmth and wonder,
knowing she belongs to the cosmos,
to everything that was and is.
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