by Mary E. Lowd
He’s soft as a purr
She’s tough as crocodile teeth
The touch of his fur
Sends a shiver all the way
To the claws at the tips of her feet
She could listen all day
To the pretty words he thinks to say
And he feels safe
When she leads his way
Guiding gently
Fiercely, protectively
So his mind can stray
To poetic incidentals
—each one she treasures—
Like gleaming glass
Smooth and bright on the sand
Of a faraway a beach