If you were somehow transported,
soulwise, for one hour into my dog
lying on her bed under the window,
I would lie beside you on the floor,
my head on the corner of your bed,
my hand resting lightly on your front paws,
my caramel eyes near your caramel dog eyes,
and once or twice I would scratch behind
your pointy ears or idly pat your belly
while you dreamed of chasing squirrels.
I’d whisper, telepathically, your name,
so only dogs, and you, could hear.