Warmth

sleeping dog

She curls into a ball.
Feet tucked under,
tail curled over her nose.
If you put your hand on
her she’s warm as an oven.
Little puffs of breath
escape as her eyes watch
you saying, “this is how
you do it, when you’re
outside.”

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