Twelve years of observation
and you know my moods and intentions
without a word being spoken
It’s the landscape of the body
And of the eyes
And maybe a bit of telepathy
You and I intertwined in a cross species dance
You are bound to me like the moon to the earth
And I to you like a tree to a limb
Four legs to two legs
Fur to furless
As your face whitens with age
And your eyes hollow
I know we have measured time
But for now
Walk with me on these country roads
Let me feel your warm presence
By my side
My steady companion
In this tenuous world
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