A frequent frolicking of furs on my skin.
It’s the beautiful body of a next-of-kin.
The random runs and rubs around my feet.
A language only my soul can interpret.
Her soft stare sends so many messages.
It’s all love with infinite invaluable images.
Constant cuddles beyond a single ration.
I can’t complain of this cascade of compassion.
No other breed beats the love of my Beagle.
We are both stuck within the eye of a needle.