Madhu

There's mo other earthly privilege than being loved by a dog. My dog, a blur of joy on four fast feet, Greets every dawn with a tail-swept beat. Eyes like stars, so deep and kind, A better soul I'd never find. She chases dreams in open air, Tongue out, wind dancing in her hair. By my side through thick and thin, Her bark, my compass deep within. No words she speaks, yet still I know— She’s love in motion, soft and low.