Three pairs of feet
Two beings walking
Side by side
In companionable silence
They speak not each other’s language
But no words are needed
Nor do they exist
They are bonded
Through a leash
That stretches
From hand
To head
They are bonded
Through a love
That stretches
From heart
To heart

A poem composed while out walking my collie, Rex, on Monday night. For some bizarre reason, I was in a whimsical mood. The night was lovely with a cool breeze blowing and the stars twinkling on the black canvas.
As I walked along, leash in hand, words just started forming in my head. Anyway, sounds a little cheesy, but what the heck.