Two poems for the dog days of summer

The Sweetness of Dogs by Mary Oliver in Evidence

What do you say Percy? I am thinking of sitting out on the sand to watch the moon rise. Full moon. So we go

And the moon rises, so beautiful it makes me shudder, makes me think about time and space, makes me take measure of myself; one iota pondering heaven. Thus we sit,

I thinking how grateful I am for the moon’s perfect beauty and also, oh! how rich it is to love the world. Percy, meanwhile, leans against me and gazes up into my face, as though I were his perfect moon.

I could not lie anymore so I started to call my dog "God."

First he looked 

then he started smiling, then he even 

I kept at it: now he doesn't even 

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-      Tukaram -