lovers hold hands
on the windswept beach
I hug my dog
Lyn Reeves
living alone—
held
by my cat’s purr
Leanne Jaeger
he wakes me
with a gentle touch
of his paw
Tom Staudt
night scents . . .
the dog
comes in from the yard
Jo McInerney
we must stop
on every newsworthy tree
my dog and me
Tom Staudt
summer byway—
i roll down the window
and become dog
Sandra Simpson
Echidna Tracks 