Saturday, April 28, 2012


In and Out
Jane Kenyon

The dog searches until he finds me
upstairs, lies down with a clatter
of elbows, puts his head on my foot.

Sometimes the sound of his breathing
saves my life -- in and out, in
and out; a pause, a long sigh.

I know this feeling. Many cats and kittens have saved me by falling asleep on my lap, or my tummy, and breathing in and out :)

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