How is it that the bend of her tail fit so perfectly in the crook of my arm?
Her nose, chin, and whiskers tucked into the palm of my hand.
That long shaggy ear draped over the side of her sweet, aging, puppy dog face.
Her soft coat like an heirloom throw, pearled and even;
handwoven patterns aligned in a timeless harmony.
We rested so soundly, as if it were meant to be.
by D. Ryan Lafferty
Literary Crumbs: Poems & Short Stories to Savor by D. Ryan Lafferty 