The nights of course are cool.
Too early still to set the heat,
Or even close a window,
But, the times approaching.
It's two AM.
A dog decides the need is there,
And nuzzles till I'm half-awake.
And vertical.
The task is easy.
The yard is fenced.
Soon enough she's back inside.
And I head back to bed.
My hands and feet now cold.
I'm careful as I lay back down.
I do not wish to waken "D".
But, as I snuggle, spoon like next to her.
And feel her heat. I idly wonder,
What next June's baby crop will be like.
And gently drift off back to sleep.
