An Ode to Dogs

A long, slim ball of English cream

curls up against the velvety crimson stairs,

like an entity of white against maroon.

His ears perk up as I amble closer,

he watches me with watery brown eyes

as I make my way towards him.

He shifts,

igniting a flurry of his fur that winds up

and falls elegantly like grace itself.

He moves with an aura of nobility,

gallantly walking over to where I sit,

and sits on top of me.