In this House
I’m greeted in this house by wagging tail.
He grabs that latest toy to share with me
and from his lungs, he makes a sound; a wail
that sings to tell of happiness and glee.
I’m greeted in this house with shining eyes:
He’s Malcolm and he’s happy I have come
to say hello and speak with him, ‘surprised’:
the total of our voices, how they hum.
I’m greeted in this house with love too much:
we sit together, watching dog TV,
content , we sit and silently we watch;
this dog connection still a mystery.
Acceptance in this house; his finest hour
for Malcolm does sustain us with his pow`r.